Roger woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the old, creaky windows of the orphanage. He glanced around the dimly lit room, shared with a handful of other boys his age, each occupied with their own thoughts in the dreary morning.
The orphanage, a weathered building with peeling paint and worn-out furniture, was a place of both refuge and isolation for Roger. He had spent most of his childhood here, surrounded by caretakers who did their best but were often overwhelmed by the number of children in their care.
Sister Margaret, a kind-hearted but strict nun, oversaw the orphanage. Her stern demeanor hid a deep concern for the children, though she rarely showed it openly.
Roger's day would begin with chores—cleaning the common areas, helping in the kitchen, and doing odd jobs around the orphanage. Despite being diligent and hardworking, he often felt invisible, especially to the other children who came from different backgrounds, some of whom were quick to remind him of his lack of family.
One of the few bright spots in Roger's routine was his visits to the local library. There, surrounded by shelves of books, he found solace, escaping into stories of adventure and success. It was in those pages that he dreamed of a life beyond the orphanage walls.As the rain subsided and the morning light filtered through the clouds, Roger prepared for another day, unaware of the remarkable journey that awaited him.