Just some random stories full of adventure, action, romance, craziness and many more.
I think of writing some stories that randomly came up in my mind. These stories are random and maybe long if in case I think of writing Long-short stories. I can...
I don't remember who my parents were. I didn't even try to find who they were.
They asked if I felt sad. Well, I couldn't grieve for something I don't remember; And that was the reason I didn't try to find the truth.
I was afraid.
Afraid because if I come to know the bitter truth I have been hiding from...
...It's impossible to hide the emotions.
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One year, Two years, Three years. And ultimately, It was Five years. During my five years in the Orphanage, I was grown Seven-years-old. I remember everything from when I was three till now.
However, I don't remember the first two years of my life.
Well, uh, maybe a child can't remember something who is that young.
So basically, I remember everything from my childhood. My name, the place I am staying at, the people who took care of me.
Except for one thing.
My parents. My home. Or should I say, my 'actual' home?
The question is, why I don't remember? It's simple. I have never seen them once in my life. The very first thing I remember is talking with the big sister who used to take care of us.
She told me that she found me lying on the bed of the orphanage, and that's how I was here in this orphanage.
Uh, do they think kids don't understand human language or do I look like a fool?
Of course, it was just to avoid that question. Not like I was ever excited whenever that question was raised. Don't people know that these questions are prohibited to ask in an orphanage?
I was like this from the start. Way too mature for my age. That makes me so different that kids used to call me inhuman. Those kids were used to getting scolded by the caretakers but I don't see anything wrong in their statement.
They were stating what they saw and I was indeed abnormal. Staying in the corner, excluded from the crowd.
Indeed I was born to be lonely. Loneliness was just my personality from the start.
I used to eat and sleep most of the time. While the kids were playing, I prefer to sleep. If someone asked me to play, I refused the offer and sleep instead.
Why do I sleep so much? Because I love it.
But I will not refuse the fact that the orphanage was kind of fun too. From kids of seven months to seventeen years; everyone lives together. The oldest one there was a big brother who was seventeen years old and was soon going to turn eighteen.
When the kids turned eighteen in the orphanage and if no one adopts them, the orphanage gives them freedom and it was on them if they want to leave or not. That big brother didn't leave and instead, helped the people there.
