“Will I ever leave this orphanage?”
Every day, I see people come and go. Some choose one of my friends to take home with them. I wonder why no one picks me. I am cute, friendly and Katy, the manager of the orphanage, loves me.
Yesterday, it was Sasha who was adopted. I saw her go outside those big wooden doors with a couple. She was happy here, but I could tell she was happier with them. I was happy for her too. Only an orphan can really knows the value of a loving family.
I hear Katy coming to my room. She seems to be talking to someone.
“Yes. Dale is a fine boy. He’s friendly, well-behaved, gets on well with others. You will be happy.”
Yes. Finally, it’s happening. A family wants me. I’m going to have a family!
I hear Katy finalize the formalities. I tell her goodbye. It’s hard. She was part of my family till now.
As I walk past the big wooden doors, from the darkness into the light, I look back one last time at the building I once called home and see the big sign above those doors that says “City Dog Pound”.
I’m an orphan no longer!
(17th April 2014)