I Don't Run An Orphanage Novels & Stories

She chuckles one more time and i leave her to finish the food while I go work on the project. There are a few homeless shelters and nursing homes back at Maine on this list. I quickly move away from that part of the list. I wanted something far away from school but still around so we don't waste all the time on the road. Even if I wanted to be alone with him, he won't be happy to miss volunteering. After doing proper research, I end up picking an orphanage that was at the edge of town, far enough from school and still in town. I pick up my phone and text him.

Annie sighed tiredly. "But one thing is sure. I will snatch everything from niharika and will make her orphan just like that same way she did to me" Annie spoke gritting her teeth harder but raj didn't like the way Annie pointed her as an orphan. How can she easily tell that she is an orphan? "I thought you are my child" raj spoke with disappointed tone and Annie turned to his side to see his displeased face. "I.. I.." Annie stuttered when she realised what she said at the peak moment.

she says. “Yes, I am, does he frequently visits here?” At my question, she laughs, “Yes, he owns the orphanage not only this one but a lot of orphanages are built by the man in the country.” For a moment, I don’t understand what she is saying, I am too shocked to even move.

I honestly voiced out my confusion. "No Mr.ASR we don't want you to donate. This orphanage runs on it’s own. In starting some donors helped us out but now we work and sell to earn the money we need for our girls and this is how it works here. All Girls here work real hard to earn the money. We don't take donations at all." She said and I nodded. She called me ASR so she knew that I am The ASR and then why she was so shocked in the beginning. Never mind. But I am impressed. That's great actually. I love the people who want to work hard to earn.

How can I be so unlucky? I am an orphan. I used to live in Little Homage orphanage till 15. I saw people coming and adopting nearly everyone whom I grew up with, except me. People used to come and play with me but no one took me with them. I don't know who my parents are. I was told that someone left me in front of the orphanage. I was not adopted but I have a sponsor. The sponsor uses to pay for my school fees. I don't know whether it's a he or a she. I ran away from the orphanage when I was 15 because the son of the owner tried to molest me. Lucky me that I used to tutor young kids so I saved some money. I rent a very small apartment and arranged for the necessities.

The bemused expression he gives me lets me know exactly how well he thinks I'd do at NOT helping. "Fine," if he won't be reasonable, I'll make the best of things. "But I'm not keeping the money. I'm donating it to the Westside Orphanage," my mind flashes to their simple white walls and their beautiful rose garden. I had ended up there for a few months when my whole family died, at least until they could hunt down a distant family member willing to take me in.

I never imagined things would fall apart between them so quickly. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I barely glanced at the news before scrolling away, since I had my own life to worry about now. The orphanage where I grew up sat at the base of a remote mountain. It was incredibly run-down. Lately, I was caught up in helping our director, Gabriella Conti, raise emergency funds everywhere. Even before this, I had consistently wired a portion of my earnings back. On top of that, I filled in as a teacher to help the kids learn to read. My life felt fulfilling and free.

“More than we can comfortably house, but what can I do? Turn them away?” “It must be difficult,” Arthur comments, his gaze taking in a sagging section of ceiling. Giulia shrugs. “We manage. Private donations are rare these days. Everyone wants to donate to the trendy causes—the arts, environmental charities. Orphans aren’t fashionable, even though our country faces more and more orphans every year due to rising populations.” I feel a pang of guilt. I’ve been successful in my career, but it never occurred to me to send money back to the orphanage. I’ve been so focused on moving forward, on escaping my past, that I never thought about giving back.

It is difficult to choose martyrdom if this is how your heart depends. But I don’t want to be bored. It was just a child. It’s nothing naive. I've seen how the children in the orphanage cope up with the world without their parents. And I can’t bear to be the reason for an innocent child to lose a father and a complete family. I can't be selfish.

Adrian brought his head closer to mine and whispered to me. “I think it’s wonderful…” I replied without hesitation. As a girl who grew up in an orphanage that was extremely underfunded, I could say that I truly understood what it meant to suffer and to go hungry. It would help the children in those orphanages so much if they had the support of such a large corporation as this one. I smiled sweetly at Adrian as I continued to admire his goodwill. He’s such a noble and honest person.