I don’t know if this is ever going to be posted… No internet here.
I saw my old orpanege today.
My father, the one that raised and gave me is name and I drove to the earliest of my memories, the orphanage I was put in when my nonna died. The building was now in cement, the gate and the entry the saddest memories. Been taken there and left by my mom that could not take care if me. The gravel in the inside took the place if the dirt I remembered. The tree, still in the center, almost in the Center of the coumpound. Sadness and relief at the same time. At the corner before entering in the orphanage the little classroom where I did half of my first grade. My dad looked at the building, made a comment about the “new look”. He had red eyes later and as I was remembering my childhood unloved, lonely tears started to flow out and in the deep if myself, I felt that that old pain again.
Can I play? My little voice asked the nun, no you cannot because your don’t. Listen so, again I was tied down to the big big table where we all ate. Another day another pain that turned into anger. Why can’t I play?
I was startle at how clear the memories were.