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Little Orphan Girl~ Wordle for Sunday Challenge Accepted

Wordle 402
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/wordle-402/

The little orphan girl from my city often stood right outside the local recreation center, looking in through the window. She did not give anyone a sense that she was sad. She would often be heard singing a little tune, one I could not make out. I thought if she could sing, she must not be in that sad a shape. I guess maybe I was not able to understand her situation fully. She never made a sigh when people would just pass her by. She had such charm, as she watched other children with much more than her, pass her way. For me, that would have been enough to make me sad and definitely to have a self-pity moment. She had torn clothes and her hair was a mess. Surely someone would take notice, but they never did. She was covered in the dirt and dust of her surroundings and still outshined others. I myself admired her so.

This one day, I walked to see if she was still there, at that same window, and she wasn’t. I had to take a step back, for I had no idea where she had gone. She was as common to see as the birds in the sky, for me. I contemplated many scenarios in my mind of what had happened to her. She couldn’t have just disappeared. It was as if the world did not even miss her, everyone was going on about their own business, despite. She did not just float away. I just knew it. So I started asking questions. Anyone around, I asked about that little orphan girl. No one had an answer for me. I figured I should stifle my ongoing questions about her, as to not draw attention to her, should she return. I headed towards home with her on my mind.

As I reached the driveway to my home, I saw a red balloon float by overhead. I wondered if that little orphan girl had seen that same balloon. I never saw that little orphan girl again, but her spirit and her way of dealing with life touched me to the core. I bet if you talked to her she would have had so much to say. I will never forget her. I hope wherever she is, she found a home, and love to match her soul.

Just because someone is not like us does not mean they are worthless. We can learn a lot by observing. Everyone is deserving of love and a place to belong. Don’t judge a book from its cover. Some of the best people in life have had the most terrible of situations.

MwsR

Her Room by MwsR

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It used to be,

A place where she would walk and find herself extremely happy. She often peered out the window looking to find somethings to imagine in her mind. She never wondered about the bad things in the world, because they were something she knew all too well. She insisted that her thoughts be of the kind you can find in fairytales. The kind that makes you smile, make you dream and the ones that made you feel so grateful for the experience you would be having. She loved her pink carpet. She had picked it out all by herself and it was three shades of pink. Each color flowed into the next with a purpose, somewhat. She had crème colored furniture that proudly stood around the room. Each piece has a gold pinning as if to fit a Queen’s taste. She would use each one to its ability and she valued their worth.

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There was a poster canopy bed. She loved using the posts to dance and swing herself around freely as if she were joined by another person, instead of a bedpost. She loved the flowing canopy top that she had overtop. It made her feel as if she was a princess and this was her vale. She often wished that canopy top could hold her and she could lay up on top. Her closet had louvered doors and if you were to be inside of that closet, you could see outside through those doors. She often pretended that this was her little secret place. inside were her friends, the dolls and stuffed animals she had acquired. They often kept her secrets and dreams. She blissfully confided in them. She knew they were her biggest fans and that her words were safe with them. Her room was her own little oasis and she loved being there. She knew inside her room, she was safe to be herself.

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Later it,

Turned into a place with which to hide. A place where she would watch the shadows of feet passing by the bottom of her door. She often wished that she did not have to grow up. Seems like the room had lost its appeal. Now, against her will, she used it as a place to hide away. She knew that room was her only defense. In a world where her voice was silent and her tears flowed, she lost her happiness. She still went into her closet to talk to her dolls and stuffed animals. Often she just spent time, crying. She was not a little girl anymore with dreams and aspirations, and although somewhere in her, she still believed, she had lost her path. Her main concern was to save her physical self and to prevent more harm to come her way. She really wanted her room to save her, but it did not have that kind of power. When she thought of the wondrous place she had in that room, as a young kid, her smile turned upside down. She missed those feelings, missed the innocence of it all.

Now,

Her life has brought her different things. Different house, different dreams, she has now. Often she is grateful for surviving the past and despite the bad that followed her, her room was the best place she ever had. The kind of room that took up residence in her heart. Thinking about her room still makes her smile, still calms her tears.

The end,

MwsR

Tammy~

Tammy was an awkward girl, to say the least. She had transferred to another school, this one, after the school year had already started. She was nice enough, always had a smile on her face. When she would come into the classroom, she liked to carry on conversations with the teacher of the class.They really had no point of discussion, but she felt the need to do so. I think she liked the teachers way better than any of us students. She was rather tall for her age, encumbered with her skinny frame. She was polite and talked with a sort of accent, one you did not really hear much around these parts.

She joined the drama club, the choir, and the debate team at school. I rather thought all these suited her quite well. She was not one of those students that you expected to be popular, since she hardly felt the need to clamor in the various types of school groups. She kept to herself when she was not doing something required for school or in class. I can say I did not know hardly anything about her but when she joined the cheerleading squad, for which I was a part of, I started to get more curious. I would strike a conversation with her ever now an again. Nothing really important but rather a kind of hello. We would laugh at things that we both found funny and that is where we began to start a life long friendship.

I would often hear the other girls in school make fun of her, and often they misjudged her. As I said, she was awkward. Not being the typical kind of girl who all they cared about were boys and makeup tips and fashion, Tammy was more into real life. She loved things. often that made her appear to the person who did not know her, like an older person. If you were blindfolded you would have thought her to be an adult, not a teenager. She had the demeanor of an older person if you can understand what I mean. So the younger petty girls at school never really understand or cared to understand her. Except for me. I really thought it took some kind of character to be a different person and to not be ashamed of it. I know she knew kids were making fun of her and I know it hurt her feelings. Either she was too proud to show her hurt feelings or she was clever enough. All it would take would be her letting go of her feelings and then some kids picking up on it and tormenting her for it.

I sometimes felt like it was my own personal job to make her not feel so ostracized. I really hated the thought of someone so genuinely good, getting hurt or mistreated. This is why we became such good friends. I had empathy and she had character and genuine kindness. She was so misjudged. She was the kind of friend who would come in and fight for you, call you when you are feeling blue, or simply make you laugh. I am glad we became friends. Out of others mistreatments of her, something real and good came, our friendship. We have been friends for so long, it has been well over 30 years.

Never mistreat another human being! They deserve love and kindness just like anyone else. Sure, we all have our quirky side and different opinions and such, but we all are human.

If you take the time to get and know someone, you will see a different side to them, maybe one you will like.

Stop being so judgmental and artificialin your thoughts. Some of my best friends were misjudged and mistreated, all because they were different.

This planet is big enough for us all to be equally treated.

Thanks for reading!

MwsR

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The Dandelion

Misjudged and neglected, she somehow, continued to grow. No one saw her, which is why she survived. “The world can be a scary place”, she thought to herself. Every day she was walked upon and still managed to live. Her life was one of loneliness in a world of beauty. Not known for her looks or the benefits she could bring to anyone, she remained important to a select few. If only, people could see something more than her outer self.

She often felt the breeze, on a spring day and listened to the chirps of the birds, flying overhead. This was a life with much to offer someone, if only they could see as she did. She did not have long to live but she made sure to enjoy the little things. This is something people could learn from her. If only they would stop and take notice.

Somehow, she knew within herself how important she could be and that was enough to help her keep going. One day after the next, she would master enough strength to face the challenges of the day. No one in her corner but herself.

One day, she started changing. She knew that her time on this earth was coming to an end. Oh, how she wished someone wanted her before it all ended. Then one day, she was noticed by a person who needed her. This person needed to feel important, too. The person told her of the things that she needed most in her life. The things were simple. To be cherished, loved and noticed for who they were, this was because the person never had anyone feel that way about her.

Oh, how she understood what this person was saying to her. It was almost like that person wanted the same things as her. With a soft gentle blow, the person sent her wishes into the air…

That person needed her, as much as she needed them.

Both of them got their wishes, in the end. Maybe wishes can come true. If you believe.

MwsR ❤