I Am An Unwanted Child

I am a nine year old girl. I have a brother and a sister older than I am. I am supposed to be with my brother and sister in school at the playground, playing, shouting and running. I am supposed to be with my papa and mama wherever they go. To the church, or to some other places, but no! I am left here in my room with only my yaya to look after me. Worst! I can’t do things by myself. I can’t eat alone, can’t climb down my chair alone, I can’t go to bed alone. You see I have no hands, feet of my own.

My papa is a business man, a big boss to everybody. My mama is a social worker, always ready to help for someone in need. They are rich, rich enough to support hundreds of children in the orphanage. But me, they couldn’t support have no time. They don’t want me that’s why. A boy and a girl is enough my parents said, but I began to develop in my mother’s womb. She took pills to stop my growth.

One day, she was bought in the hospital. The doctor told her to stop taking pills if I were to live and she was to live longer. My mama was sad for having a baby, but she wanted to live. I can here their laughs, their footsteps leading towards in my room. I longed to feel my mama’s tender touch, my papa’s kiss and a smile from my brother and sisters.

“Yaya! Today is my ninth birthday, remember? But, where are they? Have they forgotten me even on this very special day? Yes! Today is my birthday and they are all out of the house.” My tears began rolling down on my cheeks. My yaya wiped my tears. She hugged me and kissed me. “Don’t cry, dear.” She said as she brushed my curly hair and placed a yellow ribbon on it. I looked pretty she said as she placed a smiling doll on my lap. "They don’t want me yaya, I am nothing to them. I am an unwanted child."