I watched the snow fall outside my window. A mother, father, and child come up to the door to carol.
I watched the snow fall outside my window. A mother, father, and child come up to the door to carol. I don't think they will get any money from an orphanage. The tears come down lightly and softly. I hear the knock at the door and pull back the all the tears, a head pokes in, its Ms. Mary. What wrong is what her face says but she says " “come down, its time for presents"”. I get up then hesitate, " What presents?", then she replies " from the sponsors". before i continue with very amusing story I will tell you what is going on. I live at an orphanage in New York City. The sponsors, well, they are people who cant adopt us but can sponsor us to " help us in life" and they seem to help everyone but me. So if the presents are from the sponsors then I have none, so there is no point in going. By the way my name is Abbaline, yes weird name I know and nope I don't have a nickname. My mother and father left me at the orphanage when I was about 1 month old. So I don’t remember a single thing about them. When I arrive downstairs I sit down at my place at the table for Christmas dinner. When I sit down there is a cream colored envelope with my name written across in cursive. It’s a sponsor letter.