fuck you all,
i thought to myself, as i put on a sincere smile towards the head of the care home.
next week i turned 18, meaning i would legally become an adult, meaning i would be kicked out of my care home if i wasn't adopted soon.
'ophelia, i'm really sorry. if it were up to me you could stay, but sadly its the law.' gretta frowned.
i nodded, trying to hold back on my tears by bitting my lip. i would become homeless, what company is going to hire a mute, orphan girl with no experience and little education.
'hopefully you will become of luck at tomorrows guest day.' she continued to blabber.
guest day happened every wednesday here at the care home. parents and families willing to adopt come to the care home snooping around for a kid they would like. if your lucky enough they will choose to adopt you. unfortunately during my 9 years here i had never been chosen. since as they enquire about a certain child they get informed on the childs mental health and other stuff.
with my track of multiple suicide attempts and diagnosis of mental disorders and not to forget my refusal to ever speak , i had never been chosen.
after gretta finnished up our talk, well her talk, i got escorted back to my room as usual.
i fell asleep then, in hope that tomorrow would be the day my life would become better.
