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Cherry
Vampire
Joined: 30 Apr 2007
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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 9:59 am
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Early Christmas
I had an early Christmas this year. It didn't come in the form of toys, money or electronics. Nor would my telling of it be exciting or meaningful to any of you, but I digress. This tells of I, a boy who lost his way, and found his way back on to the main road.
It's no secret that life without parents is pretty hard to live with, but only those who live through it truly understand the pain and anguish that follow it. Life knowing you just weren't good enough for the people that created you. You had to be thrown away to a cramped house with dozens more kids who are experiencing the same as you are, and yet still manage to seem so... alien to you. I managed to live through it for a good long while, and that left me to an... interesting life. I've met a lot of children in the time it took me to find a place to go. Over the years, I made friends, enemies, and fell in and out of love.
But nothing could compare to this November. A family; more of a couple, actually, came in to inspect the children that were orphaned. They wanted a boy to call their own, and that led them to the Resting Pines Home of Orphaned Children, my home for the past 14 years. As they walked around, chatting a little with the children (even if that meant making random babbling noises to the babies), I secretly anticipated their coming to me. I had an entire resume ready for them and was perfecting it to make sure they knew how learned I was. I knew for sure when they came to me, they would be wowed. They'd have no choice but to pick me.
Sure enough, they came to me, and they knelt down to my height. I felt slightly inferior, and in honesty, a little intimidated. All I could do was repeat my rehearsed lines in my head until they could be spoken aloud to blow them away. The questioning was standard, name, age, likes, dislikes, strengths (apparently asking weaknesses was too rude to them...), food, and the like. I had answers for everything. They knew that I was the smartest kid there.
They left an hour later, nobody really sure what they chose to do. In anxiety, I didn't sleep that night. Or the next night. Or the next. In fact, my sleep patterns weren't really patterns anymore by the time the twenty-fifth rolled along. The couple walked in again, and walked into that little office we weren't allowed in. The kids went insane when they just waltzed in there without permission, but they didn't get yelled that by the consellour, so mass hysteria just turned into mass confusion.
And then there was quiet. Complete silence for about thirty minutes, which is a complete impossibility around here. We knew when that door opened, something big was going to happen in one of our lives, so we just stared. Stared at that plain, grey door for god knows how long. But when that door opened, and the voice of our counsellor rang out, and I heard my name spoken, I nearly leaped out of my own skin as I ran into the office.
I was introduced to the recently wed man and woman, and was told that they would be my family from now on. I had no arguments to that, of course. I had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. And as I walked out with the couple to their car (something I had never had the pleasure in riding in, mind you), I waved good-bye to all of my friends who had made up my life for the last 14 years of my life. I was on my way to a new life, with new people and a new outlook on the idea of life. I now had a reason to go on.
When we arrived at home, home anew for me, I walked in, and looked in awe at the new household. It was large, spacious, warm and inviting, nothing like Resting Pines was. It was heavenly, and I was right there. I knew, the moment I saw that huge fir tree covered trunk to peak in lights and trinkets, that my Christmas had come. My early Christmas had come, and I knew I would feel that for the rest of my life. The love of a family was the best gift I could ever receive, and yet there it was. My early Christmas had come. |
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