After a few hours of watching TV and exploring the video games and books it was 1:37 A.M. I went outside of my room and saw Miss Lorensen reading a book.
When she noticed me she said, "Oh there you are! I was beginning to think you fell asleep in there! Are you enjoying it here at the house?"
Of course I loved it! My life went from torture to completely fun! I was too shy to tell her that. Estelle rubbed up against my legs.
"Yeah! It's really great here!"
I yawned.
"Are you ready for bed, sweetie?" Miss Lorensen asked me.
I nodded and she walked upstairs. I followed her. She opened the door to my bedroom. It was huge! The floors were red wood with a soft, fluffy white carpet. The bed was red wood too and had white covers with little, light gray flowers that you had to look at closely to see. It had a beautiful white see-through canopy that was tied back with a silky, white ribbon. The dressers were stained white wood. On both sides of the bed there were tall, glass, sliding doors that opened onto a small porch. My favorite part was the red brick walls.
"Thanks so much....," I said to Miss Lorensen. I even didn't know her first name yet.
"By the way, you can call me Amy," she replied. I guess she could sense I was looking for her name.
I smiled.
"Oh, my apologizes! You need a good pair of pajamas don't you!" She left the room and came back with a beautiful pair of summer pajamas. "I got you these before hand. I hope you like them!"
They were comfy-looking, red shorts and a spaghetti strap, white shirt that was loose.
"These are beautiful!" I smiled.
"Goodnight Attie. Sweet dreams," she whispered as she left the room.
I slipped on the pajamas. I pulled the ribbons letting the canopy fall on all sides of the bed. I got into bed. The clock now read 2:31 A.M. For the first time in all my life I had new clothes, and my own room. But most importantly... I had a mother.
After thinking about how great everything was I started to cry. I don't know why and I couldn't help it. But I cried, sobbed maybe. Tears of complete joy ran down my cheeks and onto my pillow. For once I am a normal girl. For once I am not an orphan.
Suddenly Estelle leaped onto the bed and curled up against my head on my pillow.
I must have cried myself to sleep that night.
YOU ARE READING
Any Orphan
Mystery / ThrillerWill Amelia face life's troubles? Not just any basic troubles... like trouble with grades or her social life. The battle to find her parents and heal herself. And heal the life she's led. She is not just an orphan.
