The Christmas theater had something special to it. Every year children used to act stories from Holy Bible. But this year, Priest had thought of something different with both the actors and the plot. The motive was none but teaching how to say Farewell; he thought each one of them needed to learn it more than a moral because it becomes hard every time to let go off one angel.
You can't always habituate yourself to hope for the thing you imagine to be happened. Every orphan never leaves with the same reason of being adopted. Some never get adopted, some end up being the guardian of other orphans, and some just find their own way of living. The third kinds are the dreamers. Those who can put wings to their dreams are the successful ones. It's never necessary that only good luck can lead you to success. Luck is required, but hardworking and an ambitious spirit sparkling through your pupils are more efficient in this case.
Ms Nina often used to head off to the local bakery to grab some pastries for the children. She had no earning source but had a brother who used to hand her over a few dollars on the first week of the month against her wish. But she never forced back the money to his brother, Mr. Cooper, because she knew, this may not help her much but it can bring happiness and joy to the children for a few days with chocolates and bakeries. Mr. Cooper had a regular conveyance in the orphanage. He often used to park by the bakery and get some croissants for children. It has been years that he is doing it. He was a stock broker in the town. Had a car of his own and a wife, Martha who was elder than him. The poor woman died of Cancer a year after he got married. After than he Ms Nina had never seen him into women anymore. Stock Exchange Market fetched him from his love life into his work life. He had made enough money in last 18 years. His hair started go white but he had no one to leave those for. Ms Nina had already been poking him to get back to the reality, to have someone to leave all the assets for. He needed an heir, but his consciousness never lied in these matters.
Julia Jennings , the eldest among the children, had been working in the bakery for a few months. She was an adult and prepared to move out. Mr. Cooper been seeing her since the day she was brought to the orphanage. Her sky blue eyes had always mesmerized Mr. Cooper's sights. Martha had always liked Julia. Martha intended to adopt her the very first day Mr. Cooper brought her to the orphanage. But the poor lady found her Cancer test results negative just after two months of her marriage. Mr. Cooper had no one in the home who can look after a child, otherwise he would have never stepped back to fulfill her wife's wish of bringing Julia home and name her Amber. He realized how long it had been when he, one day parked in front of the bakery and found Julia working there. She grew up. Time never did let him realize when this little girl wearing pink frocks grew up to an adult working in a bakery. She still looked beautiful, instead, more. She had dark black hair in a ponytail falling till her thighs and a white apron. The tanned skin had fitted itself perfectly with the round chubby cheeks. Her dimples were way too deeper, appeared even when she was talking. Her eyes were bigger. She had every single thing to attract a man in his first sight. So did she with Mr. Cooper. Before Mr. Cooper ordered, she started to pack croissants. He smiled and greeted her,
- My fairy always knows what i want.
Julia looked at him with the corner of her eyes while packing and said,
- Growing up doesn't mean forgetting things.
- Martha would have been proud of you.
- Aren't you?
- Ever, forever dear.
- Martha's face is fading away from my memories. I want to visit her once.
- It has been years so its supposed to be. Your presence would surely bring her peace.
- Sunday afternoon?
- I'd be honored to pick you up.
Mr. Cooper, after a long time felt fresh and joyful. He found his wedding tie from the store room and wore that with a blue suit and a white shirt. He used to wear that tie whenever he missed Martha. As if she was living through his veins. Years had passed so did the reality. His work made him so busy that Martha faded away like a sunset from his daily life. But days such as valentines, Mr. Cooper never missed to put a bouquet of roses on her cemetery. But now he could also not remember when was the last time he did it. But today was something special. Something better than regular routine.
Julia was standing in a red dress with the hair all open. They drove towards the city. The air got dustier and humid as they approached to the city. Mr. Coopers old house seemed just the same as far as Julia could remember how it was back before 15 years. But the interiors changed. Its not as tidy as Martha used to keep it. But the things haven't been moved from their places yet. Ms. Nani and Mr. Cooper's childhood pictures were still in the same position over the fireplace. His bed still had the scratch mark of Martha's dog, Keiner. She was wandering inside the house and uttered slowly,
- I can smell Martha in every corner of the house.
- I still try to keep her touch. Things haven't been moved ever since she was gone.
- Did you give away Keiner?
- Keiner died few years after Martha. She had some babies though.
- I hope they are in good homes.
- On my backyard.
- I can't believe you still love Martha so much.
- May be it is what happens to be.
- I am going to make us some lunch.
- It might rain now. We better head off to the cemetery in the afternoon.
- Would some Fajitas do to you?
- It'd be just fine.
Everything seemed too weird. He could realize that it was just the day repeating itself after years, the day when Martha first visited his house. The rain, the fajitas, the air; everything seemed so known to Hian Cooper.
Was fate signing him something? Was he feeling alive again?
You can't always habituate yourself to hope for the thing you imagine to be happened. Every orphan never leaves with the same reason of being adopted. Some never get adopted, some end up being the guardian of other orphans, and some just find their own way of living. The third kinds are the dreamers. Those who can put wings to their dreams are the successful ones. It's never necessary that only good luck can lead you to success. Luck is required, but hardworking and an ambitious spirit sparkling through your pupils are more efficient in this case.
Ms Nina often used to head off to the local bakery to grab some pastries for the children. She had no earning source but had a brother who used to hand her over a few dollars on the first week of the month against her wish. But she never forced back the money to his brother, Mr. Cooper, because she knew, this may not help her much but it can bring happiness and joy to the children for a few days with chocolates and bakeries. Mr. Cooper had a regular conveyance in the orphanage. He often used to park by the bakery and get some croissants for children. It has been years that he is doing it. He was a stock broker in the town. Had a car of his own and a wife, Martha who was elder than him. The poor woman died of Cancer a year after he got married. After than he Ms Nina had never seen him into women anymore. Stock Exchange Market fetched him from his love life into his work life. He had made enough money in last 18 years. His hair started go white but he had no one to leave those for. Ms Nina had already been poking him to get back to the reality, to have someone to leave all the assets for. He needed an heir, but his consciousness never lied in these matters.
Julia Jennings , the eldest among the children, had been working in the bakery for a few months. She was an adult and prepared to move out. Mr. Cooper been seeing her since the day she was brought to the orphanage. Her sky blue eyes had always mesmerized Mr. Cooper's sights. Martha had always liked Julia. Martha intended to adopt her the very first day Mr. Cooper brought her to the orphanage. But the poor lady found her Cancer test results negative just after two months of her marriage. Mr. Cooper had no one in the home who can look after a child, otherwise he would have never stepped back to fulfill her wife's wish of bringing Julia home and name her Amber. He realized how long it had been when he, one day parked in front of the bakery and found Julia working there. She grew up. Time never did let him realize when this little girl wearing pink frocks grew up to an adult working in a bakery. She still looked beautiful, instead, more. She had dark black hair in a ponytail falling till her thighs and a white apron. The tanned skin had fitted itself perfectly with the round chubby cheeks. Her dimples were way too deeper, appeared even when she was talking. Her eyes were bigger. She had every single thing to attract a man in his first sight. So did she with Mr. Cooper. Before Mr. Cooper ordered, she started to pack croissants. He smiled and greeted her,
- My fairy always knows what i want.
Julia looked at him with the corner of her eyes while packing and said,
- Growing up doesn't mean forgetting things.
- Martha would have been proud of you.
- Aren't you?
- Ever, forever dear.
- Martha's face is fading away from my memories. I want to visit her once.
- It has been years so its supposed to be. Your presence would surely bring her peace.
- Sunday afternoon?
- I'd be honored to pick you up.
Mr. Cooper, after a long time felt fresh and joyful. He found his wedding tie from the store room and wore that with a blue suit and a white shirt. He used to wear that tie whenever he missed Martha. As if she was living through his veins. Years had passed so did the reality. His work made him so busy that Martha faded away like a sunset from his daily life. But days such as valentines, Mr. Cooper never missed to put a bouquet of roses on her cemetery. But now he could also not remember when was the last time he did it. But today was something special. Something better than regular routine.
Julia was standing in a red dress with the hair all open. They drove towards the city. The air got dustier and humid as they approached to the city. Mr. Coopers old house seemed just the same as far as Julia could remember how it was back before 15 years. But the interiors changed. Its not as tidy as Martha used to keep it. But the things haven't been moved from their places yet. Ms. Nani and Mr. Cooper's childhood pictures were still in the same position over the fireplace. His bed still had the scratch mark of Martha's dog, Keiner. She was wandering inside the house and uttered slowly,
- I can smell Martha in every corner of the house.
- I still try to keep her touch. Things haven't been moved ever since she was gone.
- Did you give away Keiner?
- Keiner died few years after Martha. She had some babies though.
- I hope they are in good homes.
- On my backyard.
- I can't believe you still love Martha so much.
- May be it is what happens to be.
- I am going to make us some lunch.
- It might rain now. We better head off to the cemetery in the afternoon.
- Would some Fajitas do to you?
- It'd be just fine.
Everything seemed too weird. He could realize that it was just the day repeating itself after years, the day when Martha first visited his house. The rain, the fajitas, the air; everything seemed so known to Hian Cooper.
Was fate signing him something? Was he feeling alive again?
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