Destiny of a Street Child

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A very short tale - the way I hope it all ended for a pioneer that had no choice.

Submitted: June 25, 2018

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Destiny of a Street Child

 

How did she end up here trapped in this small room?

It didn’t seem that long ago she was running down the street shouting to her friends; finding food where she could, and avoiding stones thrown at her for reasons she could not understand. Those days had seemed long ago, back before she had been delivered into a realm of kindness.

She had loved the attention in her new home; her first home. Every day there was fun, games and laughter. For the first time since ever she knew what life was, she knew someone was pleased with her; that they thought she was the best. She knew it, and yet they sent her away.

Where was everyone now? They weren’t there to play with her when the great weight was upon her, and there was no encouragement or comfort for her when it got so hot.  The heat had gone now and there was no weight at all.

She never felt so alone; not even in the days before she had a home, when she forever searched for food to fill her ever hungry stomach. There was food enough for her now, though she did not want to eat it. It smelt wrong; she sensed it was wrong, and her whole being warned her from it.

There was nothing to do but sit and wait; “They’ll be back soon,” she thought, “and then we can play again.” She felt cold and sleepy. Her heart leapt as she saw a light; she thought they were coming for her at last; they hadn’t abandoned her.  No wait, something was different, she knew it even before she heard the voice, speaking to her.

“It’s time for you to come with me,”

“Where are we going?” she said.

“A place you will never feel alone again.”

She had but one more question. “Why would you come for me; I am but a lowly street child?”

“How could I not? You were the first to visit me. Come Laika, let us walk together.”


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