We walk downstairs for breakfast and sit at our usual table. The younger children are shoveling food into their mouthes so fast that most of the cereal falls from the spoon onto the metal table in front of them. The older kids, teenagers, sit silently eating. The younger kids don't fully understand where they are. To them its like a holiday. They don't realise what happened to their parents or guardians. The owner if the orphanage, Mrs kims, tells us on our 10th birthday. The way she tells us is cruel. When I turned 10, she showed me the pictures of my parents crash and the photos of my aunts mutilated body. Matt won't tell me what happened to his parents but I imagine its bad.
When I'm finished eating I take my bowl to the kitchen and wait for matt to finish so we can go to school.
