Ugh. Another birthday. Another Candle. Another year without a family.
Yay.
Note the sarcasm.
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and
Wait, pancakes?
The orphange never makes pancakes, for anyone, i dont ever think they know how.
Weird.
I opened my eyes adn rolled out of bed and onto my fluffy carpet.
Wait..carpet?
I looked around.
This was not my room
or the dorm
or the orphange
it was my dream room.
I followed the smell down the stairs, to meet these boisterous people.
They were completely and utterly unframiliar.
Damn, I was really confused.
I was about to ask what was going on when the man, older, about his early forties, kissed the top of my head and told me to have a nice day. Then left.
The blonde, I'm guessing their mom, was taking care of a, I'm guessing autistic, little boy who was struggling to get his shirt on.
Then there was another boy, about five, was taking care of this adorably cute little baby girl. I mean the kid was adorable too.
Too bad I didn't know these people; they seemed happy. Like they knew that they were lucky to have each other.
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A Place in this World
Non-FictionA place in this world is all she ever wanted, nothing more, except when she finally and ultimately addresses her desire for the one thing she knew she could never obtain: A family. A real, loving family. When she finally gets what she thinks she ne...
