I Don't Run An Orphanage Novels & Stories

Leonard's voice snapped me back to the present. "That way we could spend more time together." He added, shrugging. I quickly turn towards the dressing room's door. "Who wants to spend more time with you?" I asked. I heard him chuckle loudly as I slammed the door. Working at the Orphanage had always been my dream. I always wanted to run a charity home. Since I had grown up with a mother who was more concerned about her looks than her daughter, I had a little taste of what it felt like not to have a mother.

The door shut behind me, without a second thought, I climbed into bed, and under the covers, hoping to separate myself from him for a while, but my thoughts were what was haunting me. “...he’s adopted..” Joanne’s words kept coming back to me. It was no secret that I grew up in the orphanage, asides the fact that I volunteered at every orphanage I could find during my early days, and till date a chunk of whatever I earned went to orphanages around the world, people from Sweet Home often went to the media whenever they needed quick cash to talk about my time in the orphanage, so Greg made me do interviews about it myself, so there was nothing for anyone to talk about.

"We didn't agree that enlisting help wasn't allowed, so technically I didn't cheat at all... and you owe me an answer." "Fair enough," he sighed. "There's an orphanage not far from where I live-- used to live. I go there and try to teach the kids basic life skills they'll need, but probably wouldn't get otherwise. Things like how money works, balancing a checkbook, or how to make a profit ethically. I like playing with the younger ones too. The smiles on their faces are just... Well, you probably know." "Why didn't you just say that?" Ale felt her heart melt. "There's no reason to hide that, it's wonderful!"

I try to bite my inner cheek, trying to hide my smile as I kept my eyes off him. Fuck. Me. "A while ago, did you make clay pots? The dirt on your clothes would make it obvious." He's referring to how dirty I was this morning. "I went to an orphanage earlier this morning where they have this pot making session for the kids to play. They always love it and I join them if I have free time." I answer. He nods. "Orphanage. Which one?" "Heaven-sent. It's a small orphanage for kids that were abandoned by their parents. That orphanage is pretty close to me in some way." I answer.

"It's fine. Nala's pasta is good. When we go there together, everything just tastes better anyway." Jessie laughed. "I bet if Nala talked to you long enough, she'd start liking you too." Jack slipped an arm around her shoulders. "You've been making good money for years, but you're still so frugal. Are you still doing charity work?" "Yeah. The orphanage I grew up in shut down three years ago. A lot of the older kids couldn't get into other homes. No one wanted to take them in. They still need money for school, housing, food, and clothes. I came from that orphanage, so I have to make sure they finish college."

Thinking a lot about the recent circumstances of the orphanage. The numbers of donations for their orphanage are getting smaller and her foster mother is not as strong as before. Back then, she was able to give some proposal to the mayor and ask for some fund raising so the orphanage may run well as usual. But lately, the mayor is no longer at their side. The fundraising that supposed to help them out was switched to another government project which are giving more benefits to the city. Build a public playground, fix some schools which are in need, and many more.

Now I send foster kids to school-about more than a million of them in the last count. I do these through my solicitors using business entities as names, so I don’t have to appear and be known. This is one of the undertakings that bring a little bit of peace to my soul, secretly managing charities that help the marginalized like I was when I was young. Like James, after his wife died of cancer and war took his grandson and he just can’t find any reason to live anymore. Since beginning my humanitarian activities, I started feeling nearly whole. I am single but only because any thoughts of marriage to someone I can’t divulge my nature to, someone I can't be myself with, is not acceptable. I wan

After half an hour, John was able to collect information about that old age home. "Boss, I told you earlier that a mysterious person has started a new orphanage, and in that orphanage, he has provided all the facilities for four hundred-plus children. He has provided schools and hospitals, everything is within the boundaries of that orphanage, and he has not taken any money from any person to establish and run this orphanage. Many organizations and businessmen have tried to donate money, but that person has rejected all the offers.

I hiss bitterly, deciding that she needs to get lost, like yesterday. “Okaaay… So what charity did you choose then?” She asks, giving me the stank eye. “I chose Save The Children. A charity for orphan kids.” Her jaw drops, almost touching the ground as a visible tremor rides her body. “Now, why would you choose a charity like that?” “Because I was an orphan myself. And the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Now, if you’ll excuse me, a glass of champagne is screaming my name.” I push past her, smiling as she screeches when she almost loses her footing.

I will call your Miss Seema and immediately cancel my donation for your orphanage with which it is running. "How could I forget about it? Shit, it was her who was running the orphanage where I grew up. She and miss Seema had a deal that if she would send one worker to her company she would fund my orphanage." I hurriedly said "No, Ma'am please don't do that I will try my best. I will not disappoint you next time" "let's hope this won't get worse in the future. You can leave now." I immediately ran out of the office and went straight to the washroom. I locked the door and stood by the mirror. I watched myself in the mirror and realize how pitiful I was.