A dashed hope

June 4th, 1998

8pm,

New York city.

No One Cares ORPHANAGE Home.

Lights shines at a old abandoned orphanage home with rain water dripping in the building even creating a mini floor down to the children’s room as the nannies plead with the children to stay strong that the rain will soon be over but it looks perhaps the nannies words were lies lightening stuck in as hit one of the nannies as no one could help her since she was on the water and children who were also in the water were also struck to death.

The children who live all burst into tears and the nannies who were also alive could only weep inside their hearts as they had to remain strong and comfort the remaining children. The whole night with heavy rain falling and many tears the children all remained hopeless but to bear their loss and pain.

Soon Dawn came with the cook of the cock of a nearby farm house, each of the living children helped the nannies clear the water out of the building and sort out what was left in the Orphanage. The look on each and every child expressed fear, hopelessness and a need for a savior.

 One of the nannies fainted and was vomiting out blood, the living children rushed out to help her but it was too late because she gave up the ghost as if that wasn’t enough some part of the wooden structure fell and hit some of the children killing 4 aside 36 that died due to yesterday’s lightening attack leaving 10 out 40 children remaining with two nannies alive and one wounded.

After 3 hours the incident an Hospital Ambulance drove in alongside three NYPD vehicles to the compound and Four NYPD officers burst in and arrested the nannies as ordered by a 45 year old female government social service worker who accused them of looting money meant for renovation of the orphanage of for their personal gain which every one of us as kids at then knew was a big fat lie but we were very young to even defend them and we had no one to call on to come to their aid.

We thought since they arrested our nannies the Ambulance was here with tend to our wounds but we were wrong not even did they call for backup to assist them to carry the dead bodies of our fellow companion but left as we thought we will be left to fend for ourselves on the savior came in with the soldiers and arrested the social worker and the four NYPD officers who arrested our nannies.

You may be wondering how this happened, well I knew the NYPD was corrupt even at age 8, any boy of my age will know right or wrong also justice and injustice so as a curious learner not as Illiterate as our nannies. I snuck out every morning to read the morning paper with an old man who sat by Williams street waiting to catch a bus. Sometimes he buys me a hotdog and teaches me things I could never get to learn at the Orphanage.

Mr. Grinding was a one of America’s New York base military software engineers, he specializes in ensuring that the military base can keep in touch with their soldiers on the field and as well track down foreign spies in our country. He never fail to let me in on every secret, he sometimes brings his work with him to the bus stop to teach me coding and a few other pieces of software before the military bus comes by 7am to take him.

Yesterday, by 6am as we usually meet he let me know about the so much good the government has done for my orphanage where I live and he told them his colleague and his daughter all about me and the luxury I am enjoying in the Orphanage Home. In tears I had no confidence to let him know that it was all a lie but I think I just said it and ran, yea I recall I did.

He ran after me asking his bus to wait and said “ son, is it true?”

I replied “Yes”

Mr. Grinding “ Why haven’t you done anything or even reach out to the police”

“ I have but they are corrupt, especially that which” I replied.

“ Witch, What witch?” Mr. Grinding asked.

I tried to run away from his arms but he held on to me demanding answers and I replied with my tiny voice” The social Worker”

“ Alright, lad, do you trust me?” Mr. Grinding asked.

“ No,” I replied.

“ Why?” He asked.

“ Because the government is corrupt and everyone is corrupt” I replied 

“ Not, everyone my dear,” He said.

“ I don’t think so” I replied and the bus driver horned 

“ Okay, I know you don’t seem to trust me young lad but why don’t do this, I will check you tomorrow at the Orphanage and see for myself and if you are right, I will take it up myself and report to the appropriate authority. Is that fair enough for you?” Mr. Grinding asked.

“ No!” I replied.

“What if I bring in Army bodies will you feel safe?” Mr. Grinding asked and the bus driver horned even louder

“ I will love that,” I replied. Because I knew that it was my only option to save the orphanage since I overheard on the radio during the social worker's last visit that their next visit was to set up our. Nannies burn us alive staying that our nannies were frustrated and expressed their anger by burning us alive.

Now back to Mr. Grinding "Ok lad see you tomorrow morning at the orphanage” he said and took his bus as the bus left I felt like leaving with him escaping from my current hell who which if I am not rescued on time I might pull more than a knife at the social worker unlike last time, I might actually kill her this time.

Now back to the arrest, the savior of course was Mr. Grinding and his army buddies who rescued us and drove us all in their vehicle to their military camp to shelter in for a month while they ensure that our own Orphanage is rebuilt. All I could think of is 100 millions ways to get back at the government in future even possible become a trained assassin to kill them all, as you can not blame me because we were in hell just a I thought I and my fellow companions of No One Care Orphanage were going to enjoy like the city kids an American born dream but all that hope was gone when five out the ten of us die of flu and our old home was never renovated only few repairs were made and We were all back to square one.

I hate everyone but had no one to pour all my hate on, even Mr. Grinding who I wanted to pour this hate to kill him died of heart attack the same day he informed me that meet with everyone he needed to meet with in the government, and they promised a new life for our Orphanage though I never trusted the government for once yet even if it was a big fat lie all I want to was to hold on to such hope.