“Yes… I think I can remember” I replied
“You’ve grown a lot,” He started with the usual questions “How old are you now?”
“Sixteen”, I started wondering why he came here to the orphanage.
“That’s good!” He said, opening a brown briefcase which he kept beside the bench earlier. “I can’t believe it’s been six years since I last saw you”
My eyes were focused on the bag as I listened to him.
“I hope you’re being treated well” Mr. Martin paused taking quick look at the door before he continued. “I hope nobody is bullying you”
“No, I’m okay” I responded quickly, though I didn’t feel the same way. The years I stayed within the wall of the orphanage felt like hell. What was seen from the other side of the gates wasn’t truly how things were. We weren’t cared for, we were treated poorly and given the least of attention. We were so many that the caregivers couldn’t even remember our names. At least if your name was remembered, then you were that caregiver’s favorite and at that moment blessed.
“I know the pain you went through that day, it must have been horrible for you. That was why I decided not to rush you into hearing the hard words,” He paused. “Your father was a good man. He was a very friendly and positive person. He always wanted the best for you, but…” He paused again, as if he was trying to put his words in order before letting them out.
"But he made some bad decisions which came back to haunt him"
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Teen Fiction"...with a gun pointed to his head, dad stared back silently, his eyes opened wide in fear as he stood up gradually, watching the man whose eyes were fixed back at him like a predator stalking its prey" Soon after Daria loses everything he ever had...
