Ohana Means Family

Part 1 - My Lucky Star

My name is Molly. I'm six years old and I have been an orphan for about a year now. I live in this orphanage with almost one hundred other kids from ages 0 to 15 years old. I don't exactly know what a hundred is but I've been told it's a lot. The bigger kids really scare me. Sometimes they're mean to me and they hurt me. I got punched on the arm yesterday and ran to my room crying. It was Jennifer who punched me and she made fun of me because I cried. She said I was a whiny baby. I'm not a baby anymore! I'm six! And i'm not whiny it just hurt really bad. The only person that I like here is Mrs. Jonna, the owner of this orphanage. She's a little old but she's really funny and caring. I think i'm her favorite kid here! But don't tell anyone because then I would get punched again. I just started school this year and I hate it! Why do we need school? It's just a place full of brats. I don't like the kids at my school, nor do I like them here. I wish I could have friends, but I guess i'm too weird for that. That's what I always get told.

When I'm sad, I try to remember my mommy. She was tall, beautiful and really nice. I tend to forget her face and I don't remember her voice. The only thing I remember is that whenever I heard her say "It'll be okay" it made me feel good, even if it was a lie. Things were never okay with daddy around. He always hurt mommy and it made me really sad to see her scream and cry. One night, I was alseep in my bed and I was awoken by a scream. I knew it was mommy. I crawled out of bed and silently walked to the kitchen. I saw daddy holding a gun in his hand and mommy on the floor. I cried silently because I was afraid of what my daddy could do to me and what he had already done to mommy. I just continued to watch the horrible scene, it was the night before my fifth birthday. Then, daddy collapsed on his knees and started to cry.

"What have I just done?" He shouted.

He held the gun to his head and I turned my face as quickly as I could, just before I heard the gun shot. That was it. My parents where both taken by the angels. I ran to them and I saw blood. I could cry really loud now since nobody else could hear me. When I was done crying, I got up and remembered what mommy always told me.

"If there's anything wrong, call 999."

So that's what I did. A deep voice answered and ask what was wrong. I said:

"Mommy and daddy are on the floor of the kitchen"

Next thing I know the police came and I was taken to this orphanage.

***

It was 8pm which means it was bedtime for all the 5 to 8 years old. I ran to my room and jumped on my bed. Mrs. Jonna had to come to check if I was really in bed. She whispered good night and went to the other rooms. My bedroom was really small. It only has a bed, a beside table and my closet. Just over my beside table is my window and I can see the streets of London from here. I really like looking out my window at night, still lying down in my bed under my covers. I look outside and think about everything that's happened to me. Iv'e been living for only six years and so many things, bad things, happened. I suddenly see a shooting star flying across the night sky. I quickly whispered my wish.

"I wish I could have a nice family. People that would love me and tuck me in at night. Oh and they could protect me and hug me as well!"

With that, I started sucking my thumb. It's a bad habit of mine but it makes me feel good. I fell asleep.

***

"Breakfast!" I hear Mrs. Jonna's voice call.

I get up and run downstairs. I sit at one of the four large table and wait for breakfast to be served. I'm sitting on the edge of the table and, as usual, no one sits beside me. I silently eat my food. I never eat a lot, barely half of my plate. I'm just not hungry! Mrs. Jonna asks for silence and that's what she obtained.