My Saviour [h.s.]

Chapter 01

     "Have a goodnight, you two. Your new family will arrive early tomorrow." Sally, the social worker in the residential institution we have been staying at for two months now, told us.

     New family. That makes me want to cringe. I don't want a new family and I don't think I ever will.

     But I have to accept reality if I want to survive.

     I nodded slowly and hesitantly. "Okay, Sally." I quietly said.

     Samantha ran over her and hugged her legs. "Thank you, Sally." She screeched while smiling widely even though she doesn't really know the meaning of what Sally just said.

     She kissed her head. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, go back to your sister." She said, pointing at me.

     I took her back next to the bed and waved at Sally again. She smiled back before stepping out of our bedroom.

     In my whole lifetime, I never thought I would be staying in someone else's place that's not connected to my parents. Just the thought of them makes me want to do crazy things to myself. I can't get myself to really talk about them because then I'll break and Sam will see me and that's the last thing I want but they're always in my mind and every time they're there, I feel like I was losing my mind.

     Telling my sister that our parents are gone is hard as it is and seeing her cry more will be the death of me, so I try to be as strong as I can for her, to keep her from crying again.

     The social worker wasn't supposed to let us get end up getting adopted but my mother is an only child and the rest of my father's side of family are all in South America and they are the kind of family that I don't really get along with.

     While I was thinking about it, I'm actually nervous to meet this new family. I wouldn't know how to act. But I will try for Sam and for mum and dad because I know they would want us to live our lives even without them, even if it's hard.

     "Where are we going tomorrow, Mia?" Samantha asked as she nuzzled her face against my shoulder.

     I sighed and wrapped my arms around her. "To some people that will take care of us." I said and looked down at her. "You remember Amelia? The one who gave you a cookie?" I asked and swiped her blonde hair away from her face.

     "Yeah. She's nice." She said in her cute wording while playing with the strands of my hair that's the similar colour with hers but mine was a little darker.

     I nodded in agreement. "She is, isn't she?" I said and rested my head on top of hers. "She's gonna be our new mum. That's all right with you, yeah?" I asked quietly, honestly afraid of her response.

     She stopped playing with my hair. "It's okay but I miss mummy." She mumbled and looked up at me. "But you said she want us to be with them and that they're in good place, so it's okay." She said, causing me to let out a quiet cry in sadness.

     I quickly wiped it with my free hand and kissed her head. "They do. Plus, Amelia is nice and she said she bought you a lot of toys. How cool is that, huh?" I said with an excited tone in order for her to smile and it worked.

     She nodded excitedly. "Yes and she said I can have my own room again." She said and turned to me this time. "Are you excited, too, Mia?" She asked while grinning widely, causing her cute dimple on her right cheek to show.

     I nodded. "I am indeed but for now, babe, we have to sleep. Sally is gonna wake us up pretty early tomorrow." I told her and handed her her favourite panda bear that was on top of our heads.

     It was the only thing that was saved from the fire and it was the first toy that mum and dad had bought her since she was born, so it was very special to her.

     I kissed her goodnight again and tucked her comfortably next to me. I stared up at the ceiling as I waited for myself to fall asleep and somehow ended up thinking about our lives if it weren't for Amelia and her family.

     It has been two months and three days since the death of our parents and every day, I think about them. I think about how it's my fault they're gone. I cried and cried for them because of how soon they left Sam and I for something stupid that I've done.

     I'm not mad at the universe for it but I'm sad, guilty and nervous for my sister because she's only five years old and she's already lost her parents. To be honest, I'm more mad at myself than at the universe. I'm mad that I'm still alive and my parents aren't for something I did. But I'm thankful that I'm here or Sam wouldn't have anyone with her right now and that will crush me even more, knowing that she's here but we weren't, so I'm thankful I'm alive.

     Losing our parents is something that I never thought would happen soon. I mean, I knew that they're going to die at some point but I didn't think it'd be sooner than I thought. It's heartbreaking to think about. Our family, no matter how small it is, is the best family that I could ever ask for. Despite the fact that we lived in a tiny house with the small amount of money that my parents inherited from their parents and work, we're still happy and no matter what happens, we'd always be there for each other. Just like how mum and dad sacrificed their lives in order for Sam and I to live.

     I wiped the tear that escaped my eye and sighed. I know it's unfair that they're not here and they won't be able to know what Sam would want to be when she grew up but I have to accept the fact that they're gone and they would want me to not to mourn for them now because Sam needs me and she will always need me since I'm the only family she has left. I have to be brave and I know I can be, just as long as I have my little sister by my side, the everything will be all right.

     Amelia and her family will always help us get through it. I know she'll be able to help us and I'm really thankful for that. At least someone who's as generous as her actually wanted to keep us.

    For the last two months, I've been really hopeless because we've been here for months and no one seems to give a crap about us, that includes my father's barbarians of a family, no offence to him. The thought of them not giving so much as a glimpse at Sam and I makes me so angry. I know we aren't close and ever since Papa, my father's father, passed away, everything just went pandemonium.

     I don't know if it's because they're jealous that Papa liked my father more than his other children or they just didn't like us. I would completely understand if they'd just told Sam and I that they can't have us in their homes or something but ignoring the fact that we're parentless at this moment makes me want to combust.

     I just hope they eat well and that they live their lives really happily.

     These past few days have not been too hard for me ever since Amelia met us and asked if we would want her to be our new guardian. It was a real honour to have her and knowing that someone still cared, even when we weren't connected in a way gave me comfort, especially because my little sister now thinks that Amelia will be our new mum and she's actually okay with it. Of course, it was hard for her because the first few weeks since our parents died, she was always asking for mum, which was understandable but now, I'm happy her mind finally moved on, at least for now.

     I stared at her sleeping form and sighed. I just hope tomorrow will be one of those days where I can smile widely or laugh again. I have been pushing myself to do that ever since they passed away but I just can't get myself to do so. But maybe being with Amelia and her family will change that. I hope it will because I don't know what I will do if it doesn't.