The Mysterious Journey

My life has treated me with savagery. Because I was still a child when my parents passed away, I was placed in an orphanage when I was 12 years old. I was 13 when I first encountered him. His parents did not care for him properly, and he came from a dysfunctional household with broken vows from a marriage that couldn't make their relationship work. Although he is in the middle, neither his mother nor his father pick him to give him affection and shelter . When he was the same age as me, he rose to notoriety as a notorious thief.

When I first encountered him, I was 13 years old, and he had been placed in an orphanage at the age of 16. We had a great time together, and he educated me on a lot of topics about which I was previously uneducated. We are both students, and he gave up his criminal lifestyle in order to join me in the orphanage and lead a more moral existence there. He instilled in me the knowledge that the world beyond the walls of the orphanage is a brutal one, and that in order to triumph over it, I must be watchful, brave, and fearless. Because everyone else in the world is dishonest, the only person I can trust is myself. When I was 15 years old, I believed him and thought that the world was a robber since it had taken both of my parents. When I was 15 years old, the world took him away from me. Because of his disease, he left the world when he was just 18 years old. The only thing that reminds me of his appearance is the one and only photograph we took together.

"I hope that everything works out well for you, Nica, in your new life! It is possible that a very significant amount of time will pass before you are adopted by someone. Take care of yourself, Hija, and I hope to see you here as soon as you can. " I had already thought of the nun as a close friend, so her remark came as no surprise. I was terrified of falling in love or developing feelings of attachment for other people because I was convinced that I would lose them all over again and that the grief would be intolerable. Because of this, I tried to avoid falling in love or developing feelings of attachment for other people.

"It is especially important for you, Sister Crisa, to stop exercising extreme caution given your old age. You need to stop being so busy and pay more attention to the state of your physical health. I will not be there to remind you to take your medication because I am no longer here; someone else will have to do that. " I told her,

"Look,I'm still young, Hija, so even if I sweep, I can still jump and run, so don't worry about that. You are the one about whom I am most concerned because you are no longer permitted to stay in the orphanage for a considerable amount of time because you are already adopted at long last," was her response.

"Okay, okay, sister, how about we just talk some more the next time I come to visit? I'm leaving. Maybe we'll talk even more that we end up crying. " I joked.

"You're really crazy, you stubborn young lady. Leave already. Maybe your new parents are looking for you." She said with a tear in her eye, "Be kind, huh," as if she was already imagining the orphanage without my presence.

"Yes, yes, I'm kind." I respond in a sarcastic manner.

In the afternoon of that same day, I was transported to the home of my new parents. The paperwork for my adoption is already in the processing stage. I have no idea why they chose me; no one has ever really adopted me before because they say I have an impolite appearance, and what the adopters are really looking for are children who are younger than nine years old. Both the house and the couple are welcoming. I know that the husband is a police officer and that he achieved a high rank in the service. The wife has a soft voice and is very beautiful. Her husband works very hard. When he first saw me, it appears that he also made the decision to adopt me.