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PROBLEM XIX | Feeling Nativity
Andrew's friend's house was noting of what I had expected. My expectation had been a medium sized house for a family.
That is not where Houston drove us to. We had stopped before a nice sized big house, around four stories. There was a banner that read Lakeville Orphanage. We were at an orphanage to drop Andrew off. The thought had my breath hitching.
"The orphanage?" I ask, looking at Houston and Sandra quizzically. Sandra nodded as Houston got Andrew out the car. I stared at the familiar building that had memories raining down in my mind. It took me a nudge from Houston to come to know that I had zoned out.
I shook my head and padded behind Houston. I kept my gaze down, only occasionally looking around, seeing the homespun walls and picture frames that hung. The chairs and the tables, the carpets...everything gave me a feeling of nativity.
Houston let Andrew down on his feet carefully and held onto him until he gained a stable balance, after that he let go. Turns out that Andrew was a little too popular with the kids here. In moments he was surrounded by the kids. There was a smile flashing on his face and it made me smile. Andrew only had his two upper incisors, and boy did he look super adorable.
Houston, Sandra and I spent Two hours at the orphanage before we had to go. Andrew was having a sleepover at the orphanage with his friends so it was only three of us now.
"All of Andrew's friends live at the orphanage?" I ask, breaking the silence that had fallen upon us. "Yeah," Houston nodded. "That little guy is way too social for his own good. He makes friends like this," he said, snapping his finger for reference.
"Andrew is a shy kid at first. He won't talk to you if he doesn't like you. When he was going to kindergarten, he was getting bullied. He stopped socializing after that. He met the guys from the orphanage at the park when Houston and I had taken him out for a walk. These guys accepted him the way he is and that's why Andrew is very attached to them," Sandra said, as she smiled at me.
I laughed, "I bet. It's not like the guys there don't like him. They love the little man. He definitely is popular."
"Do you two want ice-cream?"
"Sure," I shrugged, "Sand?" Unlike me Sandra replied with a negative. "I have to get home." I shrugged. After we dropped Sandra home Houston was driving us to an ice cream parlor. "You should drop me home," I said to Houston. He cocked an eyebrow, "What about ice-cream?"
I shrugged. "We'll get ice cream, I owe you one for that day anyway."
"You don't owe me anything Houston. If I didn't want to buy you ice cream I wouldn't have. I'd have left you eating air while we enjoyed ice cream." Houston gasped, placing him hand on his heart, showing mock hurt, "Your words wound me HoneyCakes!"
