A few days later, the couple that came to see me in the orphanage returned and I was taken back along with them. I didn’t have any belongings and I left the orphanage with pretty much all that I had on. While in the back seat of their car, I looked through the back window at the orphanage as the car was driving away. Somehow, I had a feeling that I would never ever return to this place. Generally, I was over the moon happy, I was able to leave without any regrets except for one: I didn’t get to say good bye to the older guy that saved me from the fire.
Goodbye big brother…we probably won’t ever see each other again…
When I thought that a single drop of tear rolled down my cheek and I secretly wiped it away so that the couple wouldn’t see me crying. Honestly, after that day I was too bus
