Romans & histoires Poor Orphan

But then again my mother's smiley face dominated my thoughts and made me leave those horrible thoughts altogether. I expected much more for my life. After whatever I went through till now, I made it my life's mission to become rich. I didn't want to be treated like a scum anymore. Believe it or not, when you are poor and an orphan, you will always find your back against a wall, cornered by the cruel world. Poor and orphan is a deadly combination. Unfortunately, I was both. That made me double the victim.

He was once again the man she'd struggled so much to get across-to several years ago. "In Bronx state," he began, about eighty-ninety percent of orphans and children from poor homes have had their dreams silenced because of poverty and lack of guidance. Take a look around you. Someone at your table might have emerged a conqueror from such a predicament or they know someone who did or did not. We can't save the whole world, but we can lend a helping hand to make certain dreams a reality......."

"They moved somewhere out of town, a well-wisher opted to support them but he died in a car crash and his family refused to fund the newly started orphanage, the poor kids turned to street children. Most of them died from being beaten by mobs, hit by cars those who joined gangs were shot and some are fighting this war that doesn't seem to end. A few made it in life" It was her prayer that her son was among the few that made it in life or even better among those who were fighting the war. As long as he was alive. Maria thanked the beggar who asked for more money before giving the direction to the next orphanage. Hopefully they were going to get a lead on the people who used to run it or anyon

- So I heard you ran away from the orphanage again. - As you know? - She questioned, while eating, without stopping. - I finance and manage the orphanage, I made some donations, I know its records. - He said. - It's bad there. - She said while eating. - It's better there than starving, staying on the street and joining a gang. - I can't stay there, they are horrible, they want to give me orders all the time. - He said. - What's the use, you have nowhere to stay. - He said.

but after a few seconds of hesitation, he spoke and when he did, I listened with heaviness in my heart. Orien was a street urchin and an orphan. He had never met his parents and had grown on the streets of Adarlan, a beggar and a thief too. No one offered to help him. Abandoning children in Enchantia was a high crime and the only ones who could be bold enough to do that were women who had children outside marriages. Abandoning the children was better than getting caught and roasted alive by the keepers.

Chapter 7 The worst part of being an orphan is when you suddenly feel sick and there would be nobody to take care of you, no one to nurse you, check your temperature and make you soup. Thirteen years of being an orphan, and I should get used to this type of circumstances but as I walked up to the receptionist, grimacing because the movement worsened the pain on my lower right abdomen, I felt so lost and envied the people who had a family to take care of them.

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

The foster home wasn’t bad per se, but I didn’t have parents and that sucked. Kids were cruel, and every bully in high school picked on me almost every day. One of their main jabs against me was that I was a poor orphan who needed the government to take care of me. Secondly, they made fun of my looks, my clothes, which were always hand-me-downs, and my belongings, which were always the cheapest things available.

it's a sin to be an orphan or poor being shouldn't live in this rich people's world. I hate this society. The week before, they sent my classmate who was like me to f country. she was an innocent who considers me as her friend even if I avoid her. it's hurting. Why won't they be happy without making a profit with other people's lives? what they will get from this. - Amanda ___ 10 th June 20yx Dear God,

he said while smiling . " Ohh your family yes where is your family , I mean your mom dad ." I asked as if there really was no-one except him in the house . " Hmm I don't have anyone, I am an orphan ." He replied and his this reply again made me to ask God why he do bad with good ones .But I realised that I asked a wrong question so I again said sorry , I don't even know how much sorries I said him but everytime he just smiled and forgave me and again started telling about his friends .