Struggle Of Love - Chapter 34 Moved

My family were with me until primary school. One day, because my little sister fell ill, they were driving to the hospital. On their way, their car was crushed heavily in an accident and I lost them. Jenny was so little back then that I still have difficulty in understanding why the world was so cruel to take her away. To take all of them away from me. We were a migrated family. Though we had some relatives, they were all more or less non-existent. And when the accident happened, they were completely non-existent.

After all the fiasco with the hospital and lawyers I was finally sent to an orphanage from the police’s care. I had to write, well, sign my name so many times then and later I knew that our house was transferred to my name and some more complicated things. All I had cared about then was if my things were with me. I was packed a bag with my clothes, tooth brush and such. I only felt a slight sense of security if I hugged my doll I had and the bag tightly.

The orphanage was near the preschool I went to. But they did not send me there anymore probably because the year was at the end.

That phase of my life was the loneliest. I was too young at that time to actually understand and sink in what happened. One weekend, I had a visitor. I was taken to meet the person and who I had seen there, moved me.

It was James and his parents. After a nightmare with unknown people, seeing them was overwhelming. James walked to me and hugged me tight. “Hey, Jessie, don’t worry,” he had said to me. Until that point I was not taking in any reality. I had to worry; I had no role in my life.

When I heard him, it was like switch, I cried out hard. In fact, I started to speak again only after they came to visit me. Then mom took me in her arms and carried to her chest while James asked dad to hold him like mom held me. Then they took me out to get some food and ice cream. All along I had been crying onto mom’s dress. I felt guilty.

When they dropped me back, I had an urge to follow them. To ask them to take me with them. But I knew it was already out of their way for what they have done today.

“We will be back again, dear,” dad told me. I used to call them auntie and uncle that time.

I smiled through my brimming tears and hugged his leg, “Thank you so much,” I said and stepped back.

“Won’t you come to school?” James asked me.

“I don’t know,” I answered.

“I want you to come,” he said.

“I will ask them,” I told him.

Then after another hug with all of them, they left and I went back in to find the auntie that comes to me give me food or for other things.

“Can I go back to my school?” I asked her.

“Well, I will talk to the manager and let you know,” she smiled.

Then later, she came with good news. She said, “You can go to your school! Your school takes fees for the whole year at the begging, so you can!”

And from the next day onwards I went back to my preschool. I would only sit beside James and nowhere else.