Chapter 17
WHEN WE GOT here in Cavite, we went straight to the orphanage where Aunt Clara owned—Our Lady of Fatima Orphanage. Its fence is huge and high. I went down first because I was excited to get here. My older brother's bag even crashed my arm so I was out of balance.
There’s an arm wrapped around my waist and when I recognized who it was and I was shocked.
"Are you all right?" George asked me as he helped me stand.
"T-thank you," I said.
I kept listening in our car. Coldwater seemed to pour me out when Clark's bad looks on me, especially on George. I honestly don’t know what to do nor what to feel.
"Welcome to OLFO," Aunt Clara said as she got off the van. Daddy opened it earlier so now they can hold their hands.
"The height of the fence, aunt! It’s too high!"
"Yes, Zaira. T
