Orphan Breakfast House Novels & Stories

" After finishing breakfast, Raymond headed to the office to attend to his work commitments. Meanwhile, I was on my way to the orphanage to check on the children there. With summer break approaching soon, children will need new summer clothes, and it will also be an excellent opportunity to shop for fall attire, ensuring they are prepared for the changing seasons. While I was there, I needed to inspect the repairs to ensure everything was progressing appropriately. I also dedicated a couple of hours at the orphanage to gather all the children's clothing and shoes, carefully noting their sizes for future distributions. After completing that task, I returned to the pack house with the intentio

the director, who was a woman in her fifties, said as she stared at us with gratitude. “I would like to know how we can make financial donations, please,” Ethan said shocking both the director and me, but she smiled and gave him the instructions. We were allowed to play with some of the children since it was a Saturday and I loved every moment of it. We finally left the orphanage after a few hours. He drove us to a small breakfast diner that just opened. “How did you know this place existed?” I asked as I stepped out of the car to face the building that had Yum Yum Café, written boldly on it.

Putting a light skip into my step, I glanced over my shoulder at Noah as I said as light-heartedly as I could manage, “I’m starving. Let’s raid the kitchen.” “Oh! Oh!” she excitedly said. “There’s this really cute breakfast place near Oscar’s house. It’s called… are you ready? Harry’s Breakfast Place and, yes, it’s owned by none other than Harry himself. Isn’t that a hoot? It’s not very imaginative and even less to look at, but the food is fantastic. Anyway, we went there and I grabbed you some blueberry pancakes and bacon.” “Yum,” I said with genuine appreciation.

Making my way toward the kitchen, my steps halted as something caught me off guard. A full breakfast spread was waiting for me: cheese omelets, fresh fruit, warm croissants and pastries. My stomach growled as I approached the table, making me realize I hadn't eaten anything since before the wedding ceremony yesterday. Honestly, I had prepared myself for a breakfast of water and– if I was lucky, maybe a bruised apple. After years at the orphanage, I had learned to survive on scraps without complaining. We were often low on funds, and the staff was doing the best they could to provide for everyone.

I hid in the dark hallway, clutching the stale piece of bread I’d stolen this morning, while the other kids at the orphanage cheered over their brand-new clothes. I hadn’t eaten in three days. Mr. Cliff, the orphanage director, had piled endless chores on me and forbade me from touching a single bite until everything was done. He hated my bronze skin and honey-gold eyes, claiming the only value I had was to work myself to the bone for this place.

“I’m going to miss this place when I leave.” My head whipped around to stare at him. “What do you mean when you leave? You can’t desert the children! They need you.” He patted my shoulder. “If I don’t leave, then Josiah will have to. When I aged out a few years ago, Henry left to make sure that I had a place to stay. It’s a rotation. When we turn 18, we are offered a job here at the orphanage. We take online classes to become a medical biller, which we can do from home. The oldest one of us is in charge. We take over from our predecessor and we keep passing down the torch.” He put his hands in his pocket. “When Mr. and Mrs. Reyes passed away 22 years ago, this place was forgotten by the comm

The little breakfast Cafe really was a great choice of places to eat at. Chelsea got pancakes in the shape of little wolves while I got a veggie omelet and Dante got eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Then, we all decided to get a huge plate of bacon to split because as delicious as the food is, it just wasn't enough. Now, the pups are trying to do their tasks so that they can get sorted into their teams for tomorrow's big finale. Even though we already know where each of the orphan's strengths lie, we are testing them anyways to see just how strong they are in each of their gifts.

Breakfast was uneventful and Lila and I got away with me changing and spilling the milk. I will need to replace it somehow before Mrs. Stevenson notices, but I think that will work out fine. I now help wash the hands of all the little children here and then it’s off to clean the orphanage and take care of what’s needed on the farm. The county took an old farmhouse and turned it into an orphanage. They figured children could learn to harvest and be self-sufficient this way. The town I was brought to was rural and small which I didn’t mind since I didn’t want the lab people to find me.

I pleaded as I pushed the door that was now half closed. "Does food matter that much to you, child?" she asked, surprised. This was Maslow High School, and I wasn't going to starve again. I would eat everything up to the day they had enough of me and decided to push me back to the orphanage. Another plate was pushed into my hands, and I sat down in the lonely hall next to some remains of food. Why would people waste food? Breakfast at the orphanage was usually tea and a quatre loaf of bread. Sometimes, a few children took more than one helping, making some of us miss meals. You had to be strong to survive.

I sometimes wonder how awesome my life would be if my parents hadn't died in that crash. Oftentimes, I suffer from starvation due to the strict rules of the orphanage I stayed in. Breakfast was at 7. But since I had to leave there before then, I couldn't get that. Supper was at 4 and since I'd always got back at 5. I also couldn't eat that too and finally due to my work at the restaurant, I am also not able to have dinner too. I'd tried multiple times to make the admins of the orphanage understand, but they simply turned a blind eye to my pain and struggles. They believed that since I was attending a prestigious school, then I should be able to fund for myself.