“DAD”
“DAD” I looked out of the window at the pouring rain and heard the sound of the water droplets on the window of my car. It had been 10 years since I got my hearing implants, but I still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that I could hear. I never can, I suppose. The honking of car horns brought me back to the present, and I looked up to see the light turn green and the cars rushing. In a matter of seconds people behind us were honking so my taxi driver sped up. We crossed a park on the side of the road, and I caught a glimpse of a happy couple, playing in the park with their daughters. I wondered how it felt to be a part of a family with a mom and a dad. All I had was Meera , the head of the orphanage, and my brothers and sisters from St. Marks Orphanage . They were what I called my family. I remember when Meera told me my story. *FLASHBACK* It was my 13 th birthday and I somehow convinced her that I was old enough to know. “You were about three when a tall man in black overall