I wrote this some months ago... It was my entry for a contest that was about saying which was Near's favorite toy and explain why.
Oh, and my language is Spanish, so I hope I didn't have lots of mistakes XD
Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated =D
Matryoshka
My mother committed suicide when she found out that my father had another family. She said "Nobody needs me." And it was true.
When my mom died, my father married the other woman and moved in with her. He left me alone at home. I was only four.
But as I said, I didn't need a mother. My father paid a woman who went to my house everyday and prepared food for me. She took care of the household chores. We never talked to each other but to say "Good morning" and "Good afternoon". I never knew her name and I didn't tell her mine either. I had what I needed: food and a roof over my head. I even forgot the habits that rule human life. I just spent all my time reading or watching TV or solving mathematical problems from books that my father had forgot when he left.
My dad was not a good father. He was a good man, though. When he discovered that I was gifted, before my mom killed herself, he started to look for a boarding school or me. Then, after several months, I was told that I would go to Wammy's House.
I never heard from my father again. I didn't need a father and he didn't need me. He had other children, anyway. He would not miss me. It was too cold to put it that way, and although it was true, he still went to say good-bye to me. He held me tight, put a big coat over my little body and a box on my even littler hands. A present for me, my very first present containing my very first toy.
I opened it until I arrived at Wammy's. It was something like a doll, an ugly doll with the shape of a bowling pin. It seemed to have something inside. Since it could be separated into two parts, I opened it. And there it was; another ugly doll, very similar to the first one, still having something in it.
"Matryoshka," a boy by my side said. "It's a traditional Russian toy. Are you from Russia? Oh! Sorry…" and he left. We were not allowed to talk about our lives before the orphanage.
I looked out the window. What was I supposed to do with the Matryoshka doll? I took apart the pieces and then put them together several times. It was… amusing.
"Do you like playing?" one of the nursemaids asked me. "You can join the other kids in the rec room. There we have more toys."
Playing. Toys. Those were nice, new words for me. And I liked them.
—FIN—
PS I know... well, supose Near is not Russian —because of his name— but, in this story, he is =D