an orphans diary

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I had finished reading the letter over and over i finally broke down into tears at the news of my parents death and the shock of never knowing my father had a brother and why he never mentioned him and that I've only ever met him once when i was young, i don't even remember him that well. I remember him being very young and hansom. When i had met him i was only six years old. There were questions burning in my mind like a fire burning a forest after a dry summer. The questions i had were whether i could or should trust him? Or why had my father never mentioned that i had an uncle? These are only two of the many many questions i had. i was pulled out of my thoughts by Mrs brass asking me what was wrong and i had passed her the letter and when she had finished reading she had pulled me into a soothing , calming and mothering embrace whilst i cried,

"i know you have suffered a great loss and i can’t imagine what you’re going through but know this your always welcome here and we will help you all we can and i know we're not your family but we'll always love you like our own. “She had cooed this so softly and gently that i believed every comforting word but i couldn't reply i simply just nodded after a few minutes she had left me to my thoughts and to go talk to her husband on how they could help me.

Not long after she left the room i dried my tears and started to write a poem that went something like this;

heart of hearts,

I’m left broken and bear

Like stranger to lost, myself,

But to what cost?

Nothing but thoughts of sadness and betrayal cross my mind.

My picture of a family now shattered, torn and broken on the floor of my heart and mind,

This is where i leave my family behind and say goodbye.

Buried deep they are along my hopeless heart;

Their spirits free with the wind like a horse free of the cart.

After about an hour just sitting there in my room i went downstairs to the living room and i was suddenly taken into a hug by all of other children all saying they were sorry for my loss. i took great comfort in the fact that they have only known me for a few weeks and they care for me so much.

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A week after i had replied to my uncle's letter i was moved to the nearby orphanage. I was introduced to all of the other children and i was welcomed with open arms by everyone, but there is something about the oldest boy that intrigues me.

I was shown to my room by one of the older girls, my bag and case had already been sent up so i started to unpack my things when there was a knock at my door. Answering the door and who should be standing there but the mysterious boy himself, after introducing him and telling me that supper would be ready soon and that i should get ready to go down and eat with the other children. 

 About half an hour later we all went to our rooms to get ready for bed. i was awoken from a very restless night’s sleep when someone was knocking on the balcony doors; slowly i arose to answer the curious knocking. When i opened the balcony doors i was surprised to see the oldest boy in the orphanage, Isaac.