The Curse Of My Life

Hey everyone, I am Clive, as in Robin Clive.....

And today I am going to tell you the story of my life. Me and my parents were going back home after a splendid day at the mall. I was just telling my parents what I liked best about the movie we had watched that day, when all of a sudden a truck came rushing and just went through our car. Obviously our car shattered to the other side. The next thing I saw was blood, nothing else but blood all over my parents, we rushed them to the hospital but unfortunately, due to immense internal bleeding, we couldn’t save them.

After the funeral, people gave me a lot of unwanted prep talk. No one seemed to understand, that I had just lost my parents. My role models, my guides, my everything as a matter of fact. Few encouraged me to go ahead in life while few just made me feel worse by saying sad things. While the others just walked away by saying nothing. I did nothing but stood there seeing my mom and dad going far away from me, all of a sudden my mom’s lullaby and dad’s good luck cheers before my exams came into my ears. I broke into tears. I remembered how they used to tease me and I used to get angry on them. I just realized, that I had no one to tease me anymore. I felt very suffocated as these thoughts ran across my mind.

But the most surprising part was, people just left after giving me those pitying looks and unwanted dramatized sympathy. Without even thinking for once, that I don't have anywhere to live. Since, all my relatives were abroad and far away. Not even my parents 'closest' friends offered me a place to stay. Finally, after all the rituals were completed, I found myself alone roaming in the busy city, completely deserted. I had nothing to drink and nothing to eat. People used to make faces at me, throw stones at me and tease me.

One day a few men just held me by my collar and dragged me with them. Knowing that this was the last day of my life, I went calmly with them. When we reached, I saw a dark, chilly underground place, with used cigarette buds lying around here and there. And cheap alcohol bottles, thrown around. This looked like the setting had come out of a crime show (the hideout of the kidnappers). There was a horrid tangy, chemical odour. It felt something similar to the smell of a chemistry lab. When I looked around, to my surprise, I saw many children there, about my age, sitting in ragged clothes and horrible cuts and scars all over them.

I immediately understood that this was the case of child labor . I had read about it in my history text book. But never did I imagine that, I would have been the victim of it myself one day. All of this seemed like a bad dream to me. I really wished with all my heart that, when I woke up, I would find myself in my bed hugging my mom and dad, snuggled under my blanket. But Alas! this wasn't a dream. It was very much real. I quietly sat down in one corner and quietly obeyed them for whatever they said. But they never seemed to be happy or satisfied with whatever I did and wacked me for no reason, what so ever .

One day they asked me to paint few chips of wood .Out of ten, I by mistake painted one of them up side down. And when they came to know about this, they chopped one of my fingers. Fortunately, just after a little while, the police arrived based on a tip off and took the crooks away. I discovered that, one of my friends had managed to sneak out and call the police for help. The police admitted me to a government hospital, after I recovered they handed me over to an orphanage. The orphanage was a very nice place, with a lot of vibrancy with flowers growing all around. There was a park in the area with lot of swings and slides and monkey bars. The place had a very welcoming vibe.

Everyone is very friendly. Especially the staff. Every Friday, we have a bonfire session. We play games like Dumb Charades or Truth or Dare around the bonfire. We have star gazing sessions every Saturday. We even have a mini farm to our selves ! We have all kinds of animals over there. Rabbits, hamsters, puppies, kittens. It's like a dream land of our own. The name of the orphanage was Little hopes orphanage. I love this place. I still do not have a finger. But I am still happy, at least no one whacks me for no reason. And I have a lot of friends.

But few helpless children, still work on dangerous places like that, even if they are handicapped. The worst part is, no medication is provided to them, nobody to take care of them.....