Promised

Hello, my name is Lara. And according to what I have been told, I was left as a baby in this orphanage. I never knew who my parents were and why they didn't want me. For many years, I imagined various theories, until I accepted that I was just a reject. I am about to turn eighteen, and in two months I will have to leave the only place I have ever known as home. Once again, thrown away as a useless object that no one wants. I had already accepted my fate.

Of course, seeing other children and being a child myself, I had hoped to be adopted, but that was only until I was fourteen. For I noticed that people only liked to adopt babies and children until they were at least five years old. So, I stopped deluding myself and believing that one day I would have a family, all I think about now, is what I will do to support myself when I am no longer here.

''Lara, Lara…'' My best and only friend in my whole life. Eva comes screaming into the library. I immediately signal her to be quiet. “I'm sorry, but it's important. The principal said that this afternoon we'll have visitors, she said she's from a rich family interested in adopting,'' she says excitedly. Eva is four years younger than me, when she arrived we immediately got together and started taking care of each other. I say with a sarcastic smile. ''Please, Eva, let me finish this research, I don't have time for this nonsense” I say, and go back to reading the book I was concentrating on before Eva arrived. You shouldn't think like that Lara, this could still be your chance” She says, with her eyes full of tears, and I know she's like that because she knows that in two months I have to leave the orphanage, and I don't even have anywhere to go. ''Eva, I won't be, chosen, never'' — I answer. She stares at me for a few moments. ''Don't think like that Lara, I still believe in miracles and I know that one can happen, you just have to have faith” she says and leaves. I keep watching her leave. “Bullshit this faith business, the nuns keep saying that all the time. This conversation is just to make us less angry.

Don't think like that, dear, maybe this time everything will change. — I am surprised by the voice of the nun superior, who had arrived, and I hadn't even noticed. She says with a certain trace of mystery in her voice: “Possibly today is your day. — she says, smiling at me, but staring at me with a certain emotion that I don't even understand.

''Nun, what a fright,” I put my hand to my chest. ''What do you mean by that? I'm not a child to believe these stories anymore, I'm not going to believe that a rich couple could really have any interest in adopting someone who is about to come of age. You can save that conversation for the minors,” I stand up and start to gather my things. Just as I am about to walk out the door, she calls me to stop.