I hear.....the rain

The day started for me when I was able to understand and remember what is happening around me. I was 4 and half....and I was with many other girls. It was in an orphanage. Orphanage for orphanage girls. The maids were really cruel with us. Especially Kandrella the supervisor of all the maids. I think she really hates girls or maybe the work. Our routine was to wake up early, brush our teeth, doing hair and many things to look good and perfect. If someone didn't look good the maids used to beat her or torture her in a dark room. I used to call that room the room of Satan. I never had any friend in my life. I was....really quiet and scared of making friends. I do not know why, I felt I'm different, they won't understand me. After our morning routine we used to wash the whole room of ours. Then it was breakfast, that boring food as ever cream and cereal with no milk and one banana. Everything was so boring everyday. We never got a chance to play, or do what we like. When I got 7 and learned how to read books, I was washing the orphanages library....and I found a book where a girl was with her family and had pets. She was so free and lively I never imagined this can be like that too. That is the first time I heard of mother and father. I never knew that there was also someone who gives you birth. I was excited and wondering where are mine? Maybe....that was the first day I learned how to smile....how to feel excited and yeah hope for something. I stole the book with me. It was with me since that day. I didn't dare to ask the maids, not even the girls. Again....years past like that and I started feeling pain in my chest. As if there is a deep pain that I don't know of but I saw it. Something was telling me to cry out loud. Something was....not right....I have to find out soon...