I only remember little of what happened that night. I remember the yelling of my mother and father fighting, I remember the shattering glass plate, I remember the deviled eggs my mom had cooked up drop to the floor.
I remember the sirens, the red and blue flashing lights. The police dragging me away from the house I had grew up in.
The white T-shirt with the orange denim jacket with a skirt covered in oranges that my mom wore that day. The dark green V-neck T-shirt and khaki pants my dad was wearing.
I remember the dog barking.I remember the horror in my mom's voice when she called out my name. The nurses shocked faces when they saw me. The kids disgust when they saw me walk into the orphanage. The roach dung covered food we were forced to eat.
I remember.
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Deviled Eggs
AdventureA story about a young boy who was orphaned at a young age. The kids in his orphanage don't take a liking to him but he cant find out why. The only thing he can remember from his mother is that she always made delicious deviled eggs. Once he was old...
