A New Life

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 busy adapting and living my new life that the thought of that big brother never crossed my mind again for a very long while. He became part of the old life that I had to leave behind.

The ride to my new