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Chapter 5. Frustration

Mr. Molina's POV

The butterflies in my stomach were truly annoying as I heard the screeching of the waiting room's door. I took a deep breathe to ease it out and held Judy's hand. Hers was so cold, but she pressed my hand acknowledging that she also feels what I feel right now.

Then one by one the children stepped inside the room. The first two that I noticed looked like sisters. They were both wearing these simple dresses with laces on it. Their hair was braided simply with ribbons at the end of it. I remember the daughters of Mr. Von Trappe in the Sound of Music by just looking at them. I just hope they can also sing like them as well. The older one's dress was pink and the younger one, who was so shy hiding behind her sister's back, was wearing yellow. She's also carrying a dirty looking doll that closes its eyes automatically when lied down. I noticed it when the young girl bended sideways to peek at us then quickly hid back when she saw the visitors' smile for her. My heart sank for a second as I remembered Judy and Anne. They could have been them if sometime, back then when they were little, something bad happened to me and Judy. God is so kind, He always keep our family safe and whole. I want to tell Judy what I am thinking, but she already looked at me. I already understood, her eyes were saying that we cannot keep them both. Yes, we do not have enough resources to keep two children, and letting only one of them stay with us, will make both of their lives miserable apart.

"Poor little Natalia; they will not take you because you are so timid!" A little breezy voice blurted out from a boy on a checkered red polo with a not so blending tie on him. He just rolled out his yoyo when I got to his attention. The boy seems to have this face that shows too much hatred for the world. I never doubted it, most kids, belonging to orphanages have pasts. I wonder what have come to pass before he became an orphan.

"Shut up Alex! Or I'll…" The girl stopped talking as the nun approached them. "Ella, Alex dear, we have visitors… please observe your manners children." "Sorry Sister Stella…" The two of them replied.

There were also two kids sitting on the couch. The first is a girl who is busy holding her crayons and trying to draw something like an apple but looks like a cherry instead. The little boy sitting beside her just kept on watching her draw and guessing what the picture is.

Then the rich looking couple approached the sound of music sisters. A relief came into me because they can afford to support the two. Uh! Oh! Then one by one the other couple began to approach the kids. I was startled that it was only me, Judy, and the man with the attaché case were left behind. The Asian couple was already having a conversation with the little girl with the crayons. There was another couple who doesn't seem to find the one that they like and were already at the door saying their thanks and goodbye to Sister Stella. Alex, the mean boy, was already showing off to his future parents. Good luck to them. So, it's just quiet little boy who's guessing the girl's drawing that is left. I noticed that the man with the attaché case is still busy with his phone, so I asked Judy, "Judy, the boy looks like he feels unwanted. I think it's time for us to approach him, because the man with the phone is busy."

We approached the boy, and he smiled. Judy started the talking, "Hello dear, my name is Judy and this is my husband, George. What is your name?" Then the boy said, "My name is Anthony, nice to meet you Mr. George and Mrs. Judy! Are you my mother's friend?" Judy and I looked at each other confused. Then the man with the attaché case approached us followed by Sister Stella. "Oh Mr. and Mrs. Molina, I'm so sorry I was at the door saying goodbye to some of our visitors. I wasn't able to tell you about Anthony. This is his representative, Atty. Connor."

We learned from the Attorney that the boy was a victim of child abuse by his own father, and the attorney will be accompanying him to his mother for custody. He was left here in the orphanage for a couple of months first through a social worker because they were unable to find the whereabouts of the mother.

I told Judy that it's just not our day. My wife's eyes were a little teary. She's expecting too much from this day… me too…