UNCERTAINTIES

WHEN THE DAY STARTS WITH TROUBLE...

"We can't take her in"

"We have too much responsibilities"

"She has a bad omen. Anything around her always end up bad"

These were the words thrown into my face, from my relatives when my parent died in the factory fire inferno.

My five years old self looked up to the Reverend that followed me home from my parents funeral ceremony.

Tears lines stayed permanent on my porcelain skin like some tattoos.

He looked down and wipe another stream of tears that flowed carelessly and he dropped the bomb of my life on me.

"The community and your family don't seem to want you, there is little I can do dear."

I shook my head at his words and tugged more on his fine black suit "You would take me home, Father"

I plead with my eyes, my lashes blinking back the tears that threatened to spill again.

The Reverend rubbed hands on his face, he thanked the wicked uncles and their wives and left with me towards the community church.

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I wake up to wet coolness drowning me on the flat bed on the iron bunk and I know that trouble has started for the day.

I stumble out of my wet bed to see Alisha flashing me daggers from her Ice steel eyes. If looks could kill, I would be dead and covered up.

Why do I keep having this flashbacks, even after (10) ten years?

When will Alisha and this stupid orphans stop treating me like trash?

Well, let's get things straight here, let me tell you what kind of orphanage is this.