I am an orphan.
I haven’t always been one.
Actually, I only became one a year and a half ago.
At that time I was battling the stigma of coming from a single parent household.
Okay, I hadn’t lived at home for a long time, but I was still insecure around people who had two parents: more Christmas presents, 2 signatures on the birthday cards, a bit more choice when hitting someone up for money.
I was jealous.
Now I have to deal with this orphan business!
I don’t know how my brothers and sisters are coping with this dilemma.
They are pretty tight-lipped on the subject.
I think they are in denial.
Maybe they have moved on.
Maybe it’s a maturity thing: they are all older than me.
Maybe they have adjusted.
It’s too early to start living life as an orphan.
I think I’m too old for an orphanage.
I don’t think I am adoptable.
Everone is looking for a newborn: a bright faced bundle of joy.
or
A world-wise spunky kid: they’ve watched Annie too many times.
No one wants a 43 year old orphan.
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Derick // March 27, 2008 at 6:46 am
43 year old!! yea ur right: you are too old to be an orphan. I m the only child to a single mother n my dad just disappeared leaving all the responsibility to my mother. . . i wont want to see him nor i feel anything . . . but ur words in the latter reminded me alittle of how fortunate i m sometimes and at time how lucky i m to have all without a complete picture. . .
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