Eight Years Wondering

They tell me to have faith; to just believe.

There is no way to believe when all has been taken from me.

Mother gave me away; not to a family but to an orphanage.

Confusion, anger, and sadness were now how I felt.

Dealing with such emotions caused me to be ruined.

Random girls became my sisters.

Random women became my mothers.

Always the same tune from the psychologist,

“You’ll have a family of your own soon enough.”

Crying inside, numb to emotions, forgetting how to pray.

After eight years, there was no real sister

No real mother to love me as her own.

My heart had become frozen.

What could thaw this coldness?

A husband and wife enter the orphanage.

I passed right by them hoping they were assigned to me.

My caretaker leaned over and told me today was the day.

The caretaker said they were my new family.

I belonged to someone, finally.

The husband and wife met me, and said yes.

We followed through with all the requirements.

I was adopted in a court.

At that moment, the husband and wife became father and mother.

They were my parents.

Father hugged me after the hearing.

Mother cried from happiness.

My frozen heart was thawed out.

I felt love.

I felt loved.

I had new faith.