Chapter 3 (A life at Haven of Hope)

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Chapter 3 (A life at Haven of Hope)

(Her POV)

I’m here at the orphanage’s garden at the moment, relating my thoughts, putting myself at ease from the air, and making my soul pleased, satisfied and complete through seeing and alluing and amicable view: the charming smiles and the amity of social interaction of the orphans towards each other.

Asking me about last night Well, it’s absolutely good.Not-totally-perfect, but a-totally-happy anniversarry.It’s one of the unforgettable moment for these children.

As I was keeping myself busy observing the kids, Ican’t help but to smile,a very truest one.

Kids became my happiness the moment my feet landed here at the orphanage.I learned the habit of them playing since very tirsle time I core up with them.Service towards them became my daily routine from the very first time I interact with them.And since I used to be with these kids, I can’t help but to be one of them also.Not in terms of age but in attitude, actions,and personality.

Though, kids became my happiness, they had also been become my biggest challenge.Ofcourse, what do you expect from kids? Naughty, hyper, and too adventurous was naturally given.

Haay…Thanks to my extreme temperance and patience every time I encountered such improper or inappropriate actions.Well, what can I expect? Kids are kids.Hahaha…

Just thanks God, and I’m still not considered as one of the lead at child abuse and cruelty, or else…I should’ve been at the record at Bantay Bata 163 before.

Hahaha…kidding aside, but truly I’m not one of those who keeps on doing unjust treat towards the children.

But seriously, I used to love this place, and I will always do.

Despite the fact that the previous misery of my life is the main reason, I could and always considered this as my destined home.

This Haven of Hope is my happiness, contentment, fun, challenge and my home.This orphanage I was able to stand up again with my past with me, and was able to search for the last piece of my happiness’s puzzle of mine.

But beyond my thoughts, can I still be able to leave them with my burden? Can’t leave my happiness?

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