Orphanage Sentence Novels & Stories

Our meagre belongings packed into battered leather suitcases, we said goodbye to our so-called home. For the last time we stood together in the run-down town square. The desolate orphanage that had housed us for the past eighteen years was soon to be a distant memory. Grey, remorseless granite, swirling with red dust everywhere. Orphanage 8 had always looked like a gateway to somewhere evil even when they tried to smarten it up. “You going to miss the place?” Roxie asked, her red-lipped face set in a sour grimace, kicking at a pebble with her kitten heel.

“If you don’t do this, the orphanage will close down.” What is the situation that serious?

They also sometimes even often come to the house to just meet, or even provide assistance in the form of funds or goods for all of them. "This orphanage has become a home, school, and everything for me, Mom. I also want to be like our siblings who are now successful and also highly educated," Glen said later. "All of you will be like that too, believe me," Maria said later. Glen smiled after that. Can't imagine what if he will leave the most comfortable place suddenly. He didn't know, he just thought about it, and it felt really scary because so far Glen had never lived with anyone else out there.

Please show us around the orphanage," he asked. "Of course," Edward agreed before beginning to walk away. We stepped between the children and the adults in charge of the house. They applauded for us, and I bowed my head with each step. As we walked through the orphanage, I couldn't help but feel sad for the children who lived there. The house was spotless and well-kept, but it was clear that these kids had been through a lot. They had lost their parents, families, and homes, and they were now living in this large building with so many other people who were just like them.

She observed how great she was with the kids who weren’t aware of their parents or were sent to an orphanage after the death of their parents. ‘She can’t fake all these things. She is indeed different.’ She mentally thought. Near Orphanage, there was an old age home at some distance, in such a way that old age people could spend time with kids giving them the love they missed having from their REAL parents. Caroline almost visited them, thankfully most of them knew English, so the language didn’t create any problem. “We have never seen you before, child. Are you new here?” June, one of the old ladies asked.

"If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely. If you're leaving, baby, let me down slowly"~ Alec Benjamin OLIVER I grew up without the warmth of a family nor the love of anyone around me. The nuns were too busy keeping us in check to actually love us and treat us like a big family. Over twenty children in a run-down orphanage. We were lucky to still be able to eat a three-square meal even though the portions were nothing more than three spoons full.

Although it's nothing like the orphanage in the Rexellen pack, I have to appreciate the homely feel of everything. “How many children do you have in here?” I ask her, curious. “Believe it or not, this orphanage has never hosted more than ten children at once,” Joan replies as she leads us down a corridor. “Almost all the time when both the parents die, there's a blood-related guardian to take them in. The children we normally get are from rogues who'd gotten pregnant and left their babies at the pack borders, or from families who'd been entirely destroyed by hunters.”

I asked. "Well like I told you I'm building a key smart company and I picked two locations that seems pretty nice which is coincidentally your workplaces." He said. "Those places have really nice lands, I just can't pick which one." He said. "How could you? The orphanage have innocent children in there with no home. The orphanage is there only place for surviving. That's the only place where the children are happy, none of the kids want to go to another orphanage." I said to him in disbelief.

Teachers also play a crucial role in their development, but the other students in school can still cause a hindrance. Never has the thought of adopting a baby ever been a problem to me because I am an orphan and was raised in an orphanage. As kids, all of us in the orphanage would also hope to get a family some day, but that good luck came only to a few of them. Maybe because they looked cuter than the rest, or maybe because they were the smartest of the lot.

When I woke up that morning, I felt like the world was finally my oyster. For most of my life, I endured pain. When I was little, I suffered through the pain of rejection. I was already “too old” when I arrived at the Orphanage. Most couples wanted babies or toddlers: too young to know that they were abandoned, easily raised and molded, no need to tell them where they really came from until they were adults themselves.