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.
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