Siblings
A few months ago we were at a friend’s for a picnic. I love going there because it’s a far and there are very few people around. The sky always seems more blue in the country. It reminds me of the beauty of the home I lost, and actually not far from it. I love going to see these friends because they are the closest thing I have to family. When I return home they were to people that ended up doing the most. A majority of my other friends had disappeared or moved on to start college elsewhere. My friend would hang out with me and keep me company. She even had her family take me in at Christmas. The dorms had become my permanent home and they close at Christmas. At times I don’t understand why this family took me in and has made me one of their own when my own family couldn’t be so kind.
This picnic was great fun, there was swimming. Nothing in the wold beats swimming, so I was the first one in the pool. Soon everyone was around the pool and we laughed so hard as we played with the noodles. Sometimes I wonder what it is like to have a sibling. I occasionally ask my husband what it is like to have someone who is supposed to be like you. He just laughs at me, but on occasion I get a glimpse at what it may be like.
I am very lucky to have such people in my life. Without them, being an orphan would be unbearable. You see an orphan has no where to go when the dorms close for Christmas or when something goes wrong at an apartment. With this economic slump I had several friends asking their parents for money. I can’t do that.
Tags: family, friends, orphans, siblings
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