Orphan Breakfast House Novels & Stories

In no time, the table was filled with different types of dishes, from stacks of full pancakes covered in maple syrup to crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and baked potatoes. As breakfast drew to a close, they lingered around the table, taking small sips of coffee and engaging in small conversations except Orfilia who was by herself, not wanting to join in on any discussion going on. She would have gone upstairs like she always had every day after breakfast but she wanted to try something different for a change today. The bush atmosphere in the house earlier had all but reduced, only a handful of workers remained much to her delight. She wasn’t particularly sold on having too many people around f

Heaven's Orphanage The next morning Brii and I both woke up early. Then we passed the food pack we ordered from our favorite Jollibee for the children in the orphanage. The owner of that fast food branch is also one of our food sponsors. The owner was surprised because Brianna and I always order multiple food packs from them every end of the month. Then when the late thirties couple knows that we are bringing to feed the children in the orphanage they also joined in giving food to the children. They're also giving us a discount on everything Brianna and I can pay. Sometimes a nice couple also joined us. Then one day they asked us and the nuns in the orphanage if they could invite the childre

“Ehem... We eat soup for noon and dinner and every morning we had porridge. But the porridge ran short last time so I only drank soup.” “So you only drink soup and sell on the streets for a whole day? Where even is that filthy orphanage?” “You know the Maharlika Fwamlands?” Cassey flinched. Don’t tell me... “The Maharlika Fwamlands at Conosar then from Conosar, we cross a dridge--- You meant bridge, right?” The children nodded. Then that place must be... “Forsaken... So you live there?” “Hmmm... Sometimes we eat at the factory beside the orphanage. The one with a handsome howner.”

Matt woke up as the great bell chimed. It was 7:00am, time for the daily prayers. He was an orphan in the St. Paul's Orphanage. A fat Nun was in charge of all the kids that were there but Matt could tell she wasn't too happy with her life as she organized things and handled the children in a rather cruel manner.

She paused in annoyance and thought, 'Well, it's gone, and who would bother to call me anyway? Luckily for her, she had 30 bucks tucked in her wallet. It was enough for breakfast, at least. The orphanage buzzed with life. Kids darted about, and a few seniors—likely the staff—offered her warm smiles and hellos. Taking their lead, she headed out for breakfast, her attention caught by a girl in a white dress gliding up the slope.

“But something in me tells me you’re telling the truth.” She scribbled an address, tore out the page, and handed it over. “Thank you,” Pat said, her voice barely above a whisper. They left the orphanage and drove to the address. It was a quiet part of town, not exactly remote, but certainly not busy. The house was modest, with white walls, a brown roof, and a tiny porch. Potted plants lined the sides of the steps. Roses, daisies, and one small lavender bush. It was peaceful.

I said as I grabbed the bread omelette sandwich in my hand. "Actually, after coming out of the orphanage, I could only afford these two things." He said and my brows raised. He was in an orphanage. Yes! His Grandma hinted to me the same, she said he lacks love in his life. Probably that's why he turned cold and always thought about making a profit. I slowly took a bite of it, and it felt like heaven. It took me ten minutes to finish it. He walked to the table and brought medicine for me.

I saw myself growing up in an orphanage home run by the Reverend Sisters of Immaculate Heart of Mary popularly called, IHM briefly. They were a religious group of nice people who thought it wise to fangle a foundation under the church. Their successful mission was to provide a home for many of the homeless kids that plagued the ghetto streets of Ajelli. They fed us, clothed us, and most times people who were living comfortably and those who had things to spare visited us with few measures of rice, loaves of bread, worn out clothes and even faded shoes that they no longer use. We always expected them and they never disappointed, each time they visited, it was Christmas for us. We felt loved.

Sol woke up with a sweat. It has been a week. Ever since she saw the moon princess on a trip to the market, the throbbing headache and the scary dreams won't go away. He stood up from his bed and went to the only window on his attic room with just a mattress on the floor and a chair and a table that will lose one of its legs sooner or later due to termites. He is the oldest kid in this orphanage so he got to have a room, in exchange with helping around the facility , it is free accommodation and food. He also works as a newspaper boy circling around their tech-filled city where no one really reads newspapers anymore but still prints news everyday. A small change to earn, adding coins to his

“Hey, Al. I know you don’t usually deliver, but could you take a double bacon cheeseburger and fries over to the old Quinn house?” Al looked confused for a second before shrugging. “For you? Sure. I can get it there in fifteen or twenty minutes.” “Great. Add jalapeños and grilled onions too.” “You got it.” Al headed back into the kitchen. As strange and unbelievable as the last few minutes had been, my heart warmed knowing Orion had remembered that our son was starving and made sure he would still get the burger he wanted so badly. The moment we stepped outside into the fresh air, though, my thoughts returned to everything that had just happened.