All Chapters of The flowing sadness : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 [Sometimes it is not easy to parent when it comes to adaptation. There are many dreams when we choose to carry one for ourselves but at the same time, there are always side stories to be solved with the child who is going to be carried into the new family. It can be an inheritance or a back story to be raveled to the child. The worst ones are those who carry a dark and dangers in their paths when they are about to be raised till teenagers.     Every steps and word are a test for the parents to see whether they really are a good choice or suited to be for the child. The child’s cold hearts, dead wishes, and lost dreams plus wounds of their pasts all are printed well in their white sheet of life which keeps displaying in their daily lives without letting them peace of mind and the one who adopts the child has to erase the paper and draw a new picture for him and her. But, the question remains whether they CAN really successo

  As nightfall, the black car was riding once again on the road heading towards the other exit of the city. Before they carried out, Kayle once again brought some food for the travel from a nearby hotel. Hot sandwiches, burgers with creamy fruit chat plus some juice to drink.Once they were off to the road, the family began to eat. Aerial divided all the meals among her family and began to eat herself too. Loathefiya had her own sandwich which was half divided by mam in case her sandwich won’t fall apart.The little girl watched the two adults as both were watching front. Kayle was having his own sandwich on his right hand while with the left he was driving, and Aerial was eating her own in silence. The little girl stared at her sandwich and took a bit. A soft creamy texture melted in her mouth as it pour warm moisture feeling into her heart, she left to cry however she held on to her tears and quietly continued eating. She turned away t

 Within the morning daybreak, heads of tall houses, flat markets, and tall trees were finally coming to view, Loathefiya was also among the viewers as the car was approaching into the entire she turned to Aerial and hugged her in excitement saying by looking up,“We are almost there mama! We are almost there!” “Yes, we are dear” smiled the lady in return. By traveling along with the two trading couples, Loathefiya began to understand when and how are they leaving, when a new place is approaching and where they are planning to stop.Though she didn’t know the place names or times she did learn how a new place would welcome them. Upon arriving into the town by entering the entire gate which is a sign of every town to enter, the roads were welcomed by opposite sides full of cosmoses, fresh green bushes glittering with new dews of water and jasmines bloomed at the star

GIRL’S HOUSE, an extraordinary orphanage that was established specifically for females of all ages: from child to young ages, teenagers to middle age, adults to elderly, old aged to death bed.It also carried in for all sorts of females in various types such as weak, strong, slim, fat, thick, thin, healthy, including physically ill, handicapped, normal to abnormal, mentally ill, sick, diseased, or loss of hope from curing, unmarried girls abandoned plus, abandoned mothers those who can’t create her further generations, disrespected women all types of girls were admitted here. No matter the age or condition, No matter the cases or situation they were banded from, all the girls were accepted here without any objections. With no pay or fees required, all were accepted as one family inside this great house. For each female, they had a role to play in this world and they must be accepted into it with all the support and care it

“STOP IT PLEASE!” screamed a lady crying in tears when a man slapped her face hard-throwing her on the ground. She tried to get up but her both hands were tied to her back. She stayed lying at the spot as her long brown hairs were spread on her face when the man walked up to her as he glared down at her. This lady was crying when she asked in tears, “Why? Why are you doing this to me, dear? I didn’t do anything wrong” In a small room, where a large comfortable chair and a table were the only pieces of furniture in the room. This was dark and dirty with a door on the left and a shut window on the right. In this room, there were three people existing, one the man who just slapped, he was big and weighted in his body, The other was a teenaged young girl about seventeen age, wearing a long blue skirt and a white shirt who was standing by the door with her folded arms as thou she was guarding it and the third was a young lady who was turned into