They call it a happy not birthday here.
Its the day you were given up to this dreadful place some call an orphanage.
People believe that if you don't get adopted by your 10th Happy not birthday its better to give up hope.
And I've done just that.
Today is my 15th happy not birthday. I was given up to this hell at just under 1 year old. I've been here the longest, all the friends and enimes have been adopted in their years here, one by one they all left and now I am a lone survivor.
Potential parents would turn me down every time Jane (the owner) would show them my photo, so she began to just book them oppointments but that still didn't work. Every time anyone who didn't live or work at the orphanage would she me they would turn away in disgust or move closer in fascination.
At first I didn't understand why but now its clear. The reason everyone hated me was my eyes.
My eyes in their full glory are purple and nobody wanted a child with purple eyes.
They are always there.
A burden that I can't get rid of.
