Seven

Today I have off from work and i have decided to clean out my room. I havent gone through my stuff since I moved in several years ago after living in the orphanage. It's been storming for three days but i finally have today off and I want to be productive. As I was going through boxes and boxes of the few belongings I have, a small envelope floated to the ground. It was a letter from my father that I received just before i turned 18, this letter explained how much he loved me and saying sorry for leaving, but not why he left me alone. I had never attempted to write back. I have done well on my own and dont need a man coming into my life now trying to be my father. I can't say im not curious about him, what he's like, if we look alike, or if hes even still around. In the letter he also never said anything about my mother, so I always assumed she was dead or that she left before he did. Having parents is just something that I have never experienced, nor missed. This town has always functioned as my family. Growing up in the orphanage was great, not like in Anne. Growing up in the orphanage meant that everyone in the town watched you, and treated you like a child of their own. My childhood didn't give me everything, I wasn't spoiled and I was always part of a large family atmosphere.  Because I never had parents to rebel from or go out on my own college always seemed to big of a step and unnecessary since I already have made a life for myself, but reading this letter from my father has made me want to go to college more. It would give me a chance to see something new and meet new people. Theres gotta be more out there than a 5 o'clock shift at Isabellas Cafe.