Physical similarities never touched them though they have known themselves as twins. It always bothered both of them as this fact had came out to be a reason for the other children around them to tease. They learned to face these realities on their own, but in different ways. Savannah, being the shy one, found hiding her face behind her palms more comfortable to avoid teasers. May be she had no path between her ear and her heart. So things a bit away of the regular could easily bother all her attentions as life provided her with a new reason everyday to feel helpless, to feel like a person without a backbone. And so it was; absence of a family in real makes someone stand in nowhere.
Priest Jonathan then once patted on her shoulders pointing at all the children playing happily on the ground of the Orphanage. He always used to cheer her up by saying that God didn't give us the right to choose our own families. But he has sent some angels on this earth to complete the uncompleted families and those angels are sent here, in this orphanage, to be brought up with idles to chase away the frowns around. Weirdly enough, Savannah subconsciously granted Father Jonathan as an apostle and avidly believed in him.
Then this ambitious face, Johannah, did never let her rights go away; instead, while bringing her rights back, she also knew well to fight for other children's rights. A big smile used to blossom on Father Jonathan's face whenever he saw this girl, the naughtiest fairy loathing over injustice. He knew, she'd be a whimsy storm. It would be very hard to find any boy of any age, even seniors, who haven't been beat up by this tiny fairy.
Christmas eve was the sparkling moment of the year when every pair of eyes used to shine like a star, every smile seemed like a comet, and every sound turned musical. Dreams were new as Spring leaves for every child whose prayers never had recalls. Those who seek for expensive toys and loving parents are always left out; those who have already accepted the orphanage as a family are forced to leave. This is how life continued its cruelty. But Santa Claus had too many cookies waiting every year for a bite. This was a joyful moment as every child gets a new dress from the charity. So do Savannah and Johannah, but they had always demanded for same cloths, but Priest could never make it as the cloths come from the charity. But Santa Claus might have heard them last time. This year again they were disappointed as they were given different cloths. It made little Savannah to run to her bed crying like every year. Johannah could never stand her sisters tears, so something made her run in anger in the Priest's room where the cloths were being distributed. She dint waste a minute in the room after entering to jump in the sack of cloths. Priest took her out and something made his prepared mind to scold pause. It was another pink fairy dress she had in her hands. He was confused whom to thank, God or Santa Clause, he ended up thanking both.
Both of them tried to maintain the similarities most as much as they could. Two pink fairies were ready for the Theater time. Ms. Nina had loved these children the most. She always thought, if she had any daughter, she would have definitely looked like Savannah; Johannah seemed more of the imagination of her son. But she knew, both the sisters have the same soft flowery heart where no spot relies. She held their tiny hands, Johannah on right and Savannah on the other as always and led them to the auditorium.
Priest Jonathan then once patted on her shoulders pointing at all the children playing happily on the ground of the Orphanage. He always used to cheer her up by saying that God didn't give us the right to choose our own families. But he has sent some angels on this earth to complete the uncompleted families and those angels are sent here, in this orphanage, to be brought up with idles to chase away the frowns around. Weirdly enough, Savannah subconsciously granted Father Jonathan as an apostle and avidly believed in him.
Then this ambitious face, Johannah, did never let her rights go away; instead, while bringing her rights back, she also knew well to fight for other children's rights. A big smile used to blossom on Father Jonathan's face whenever he saw this girl, the naughtiest fairy loathing over injustice. He knew, she'd be a whimsy storm. It would be very hard to find any boy of any age, even seniors, who haven't been beat up by this tiny fairy.
Christmas eve was the sparkling moment of the year when every pair of eyes used to shine like a star, every smile seemed like a comet, and every sound turned musical. Dreams were new as Spring leaves for every child whose prayers never had recalls. Those who seek for expensive toys and loving parents are always left out; those who have already accepted the orphanage as a family are forced to leave. This is how life continued its cruelty. But Santa Claus had too many cookies waiting every year for a bite. This was a joyful moment as every child gets a new dress from the charity. So do Savannah and Johannah, but they had always demanded for same cloths, but Priest could never make it as the cloths come from the charity. But Santa Claus might have heard them last time. This year again they were disappointed as they were given different cloths. It made little Savannah to run to her bed crying like every year. Johannah could never stand her sisters tears, so something made her run in anger in the Priest's room where the cloths were being distributed. She dint waste a minute in the room after entering to jump in the sack of cloths. Priest took her out and something made his prepared mind to scold pause. It was another pink fairy dress she had in her hands. He was confused whom to thank, God or Santa Clause, he ended up thanking both.
Both of them tried to maintain the similarities most as much as they could. Two pink fairies were ready for the Theater time. Ms. Nina had loved these children the most. She always thought, if she had any daughter, she would have definitely looked like Savannah; Johannah seemed more of the imagination of her son. But she knew, both the sisters have the same soft flowery heart where no spot relies. She held their tiny hands, Johannah on right and Savannah on the other as always and led them to the auditorium.
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