Atheist

Memories

Mandela has gone through lots of changes, very much from any other states. Something new has come into this world, or should I put it. Finally made their appearance known to everyone here. I remember when I was talked to when I was taken from my home. I can't clearly remember most of my younger memories from when I was like four or five years old. All I knew was my parents did something to me. They were being affected by M.A.D. something that was noticed when people saw them bring a child to church-like cults.

But life wasn't so easy after being taken away, my dad's side of the family feared me. Believing that I was an alternate or the devil due to me not having that same eye color. It's so dumb just because I have different colored eyes. Even more saying I didn't even look like my father or mother, because they only had brown eyes. My left eye was a light shade of pearl while my right eye was a dark shade of green color. Even without my family, kids at the group home would make fun of me about it too. Saying I'm weird or that I didn't belong here. For a six year old, I took it hard. But I learned to ignore them all, even the staff that took care of me would whisper about my eyes.

Not until I met someone, I was around 8 years old and I was wandering around the park. I met a girl who lost her toy boat that her brother gave her. I somehow could remember that day so clearly. She wore a yellow shirt with something written on it. Along with navy blue shorts that had flowers designs on it. Her hair was rather long at the time, her black smooth hair that fell on her face. I remember her begging for my help, how her boat fell into the drains and she couldn't get it out. She would look into my eyes, but wouldn't judge me. Just looking into my soul as she just seems to admire their beauty. I didn't take much time to get the boat from the drains. I was quite skinny, like my body when I was younger. Because I wouldn't eat so much and plus the kids at the group home would take my food away.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The girl shout in cheer, she just jumped in the air with her boat. I just stood there with my clothes all soaked with mud and drain water. I would only nod to the girl, without another second wasted I would continue my walk through the park.

"Wait! I want to pay you back!" The girl reached out grabbing my hand, the quick sudden touch made me jump. I stared at her as I didn't wish to process whatever she had in mind.

"I can ask my big brother to clean your clothes. It was my fault you got dirty." She frowned but brought her face back up to a big smile. I could only feel an emotion of nervousness as she kept closing in to me. Words didn't come out of my mouth, only gasps and little noise. Without a second wasted, she pulled me along through the park. It was just about 3 p.m. in the afternoon so I didn't have to worry about returning back to the group home on time. Either way, they just care if I make it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, not caring if I leave during the night.

"Here he is!" The girl shouted and pointed at a tall figure. We came up to a rather older person, well at the time he was about 15 years old. The girl let out as she ran to her older brother, he seemed a little worried as he hugged her.

"Sarah! You can't be running off like that! Thank God you came back." The brother called out to the little sister who name is Sarah. Sarah could only lower her head in sadness before bringing it back up to face me. She turned and took her brother's hand and dragged him towards me. I felt a little nervous due to meeting someone older, like teen wise older.

"Brother! She helped me rescue my boat you gave me. But she got dirty. Can you help her?" Sarah held on to her brother's hand, jumping at him and pointing at me. I felt embarrassed and hid my face with my hair. Though I didn't eat and get good nutrition. My hair would always grow thick and healthy, so it was easy to hide my face with my huge curly hair. The brother walked over to be as he kneed down, leveling eye level for me.