Scribed: Clouds in the Morning

“I am going home tomorrow.” He thought

“The tall man with his weird fingers and his wife will be here to take me home tomorrow. I am dying to see his house and meet his children; my new sisters and brothers. Maybe he’ll buy me toys from the store across the street. I bet he’ll buy me a gift every month and on my birthday and at Christmas.”

“Can it be tomorrow already? I wonder if he plays basketball or watches football. I get to go home. I’ll be good and nice.”

“What if he does not show up? What if he changes his mind about me? My mother left me; maybe I am not good enough. Or, maybe I cannot live in a normal house like other kids. I bet he will love me if I wear that blue shirt I got two Christmas ago from my foster parents. I have to wake up early to get clean and ready. But what if he never shows up?

Morning arrived with the rising of the sun, with the roar of a car in the distance and with the clattering of keys. Morning is here, and it is time to choose life in the cluster of what it has to offer. Brian arose to fulfill his life long desire to give a child a loving home. Patrick arose with hope that his life long desire to have a family was being birth this morning. The sun seemed higher in the sky. The nurses in the orphanage looked cuter today and their smiles brighter. Hope climbed upon hope. One packed luggage, one last glimpse in the mirror and the first step towards the common room brought with it a cloud.

“What if he had changed his mind?”

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