Not Giving Up
Basically, this story is about my life. My name is Cyrstal. I am in an orphanage,
and all the kids talk about me because of my color. I used to live in the projects
with my sister Tania. Yeah I know. My sister? Well, my dad died of cancer when
I was 3, and my mom said that she wouldn't be able to provide for us, so she left
us. My sister eventually got a job at the Children's Hospital, and since the
manager knew what had happened to our parents, she decided to give my
sister a $500 dollar bonus on every paycheck. Then one day, some boys broke
in our apartment, stole all of our belongings, and then they set the apartment on
fire. After that the police found out that my sister and I were living alone without
parental watch, and I got sent into an orphanage. That's basically the whole story.
Since I was always nice to the nuns that took care of us, I got taught the classes
people take in school. Literacy, Math, Social Studies, and History. All the kids
would tell me things like:
"why do you even bother getting taught when you know you won't be able to
understand"
"you're way too dumb to learn anything"
At first I took what they said to heart, and I really felt dumb, but one day one of the
nuns told me:"You shouldn't listen to what the other kids are saying. Its a bunch
of rubbish. They're only saying those things because the wish that they are getting
the opportunity that you're getting now." After that I didn't really care about that
comments the other kids told me.
8 years later
"Cyrstal, someone is here to see you."
Who could that be?
"Hey sis, I haven't seen you in a long time."
Why was some lady calling me her sister. My sister looks like . . . . . . . .
Now that I think about it, I don't remember what my sister looks like. I even forgot
I had a sister. Whoa. This is crazy. I don't remember anyone from my childhood,
because I've been in this orphanage for a mighty lon ---
"Um, is she okay? She completely spaced out. I think I should leave because she
probably doesn't remember me."
"Wait," I said, "Please don't go, no one wants to adopt me. Everyone has given up
on me. Please don't give up on me."
"Do you think that I'm your sister?"
"There's a possibility taht you may be, but you're going to have to show me your ID,
that is if you have one. You have one, right?
"Of course. Here look."
Wow. She looked completely like my sister. I can't believe that my sister is actually
here. Wait, is my mind playing tricks on me? "Miss, can you please pinch me?" I
asked my (I'm not sure yet) sister.
"Why would I do that to you?"
"Cause I think I'm dreaming but I'm not sure, so can you please pinch me?"
"Don't worry. I'm 100% sure you're not dreaming. Would you like it if I adopted you?"
"This can't be happening. Now I know that I'm dreaming because I've been in this
orphanage for 9 years and no one decided to adopt me."
"So that means that the answer is no or yes?"
"100% yes."
I can't believe that this is actually happening. I'm being adopted. I have to say, this is
the happiest moment of my life.