HEART BEAT
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  • Reads 838
  • Votes 83
  • Parts 37
  • Time 3h 34m
Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2016
it was raining continuously and every one is sleeping in the HOPE orphanage except one poor soul. covering her with the blanket, closing her ears tightly with her small hands trying to get out of the fear hearing the thunders sound.
  clutching  the blanket to her heart  she thought  "  i have to be brave i have to be strong there is no one in the world that cares for me, no dad who hold me in his arms in my fear, no mom who kisses me in my sleep. i have absolutely no one in my life".
  "i am sorry mom, i won't come into your life and i hate you dad for breaking my happy world into pieces and i hate you forever" said the small girl while sleeping.
  the church father sighed hearing her sleep talks,  Jesus save this child from her sorrows, she faced a lot in her 10 years age and situations turn her into matured in this small age, bless her and be with her, may god bless you my child. closing the door he left form there.
  suddenly the windows opened and rattled due to high wind. she opened her eyes and come near to the window and stared blankly at the darkness thinking her loneliness.
  
  who is she?
  why is she in orphanage?
  will she be lonely through out her life?
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