“a Sense of Place Can Nurture a Sense of Belonging”
“A sense of place can nurture a sense of belonging”
Me? I don’t belong….. I don’t think I ever really have maybe that’s why they bashed me, maybe that’s why they let me starve and maybe that’s why I was constantly ignored.
But I used to belong; well kind of at the children’s orphanage I guess it’s been my only home. I was brought to the orphanage at 1 month old. To this day I still have no idea who my mother or father is. All my memories are from the orphanage. Most of us kids just adapted to the environment we were in. we were all just brothers and sisters.
There had always been a big group of us but every 2 or 3 months one would disappear. Sitting and waiting for my day to come. But I know my day will come soon, a nice family will come and adopt me.
It was the 11th of February 2008 and we got a family some in and adopt a kid. That morning I woke up and I had a feeling this was my day to go, all us kids got dressed in our best clothes. We were all so excited as if we were going to the fare. With polished shoes and our best clothes on we went out and met the Parry’s. The Parry’s had tried to have kids but failed, so they came to the orphanage in search for a young boy. Robert and Kristy came up to me and asked how old I was “12 years old and turning 13 in November” I replied
Both of the adults turned to each other and whispered something secretly to each other. What were they whispering about; did they want me, did they not?? Al these thoughts rushed to me head. They then turned back to me and asked me “how would I like to be a part of our family?” a smile came to my face “I would love that”.
God must have been on my side that day or maybe it was Satan.
It was if something was missing when I left the orphanage, I think it would take a bit of getting used to as I had been at the orphanage so long. But I thought positive I was starting a new life with the Parry’s. Their house seemed perfect little creamy coloured house big wooden doors, neatly trimmed
Me? I don’t belong….. I don’t think I ever really have maybe that’s why they bashed me, maybe that’s why they let me starve and maybe that’s why I was constantly ignored.
But I used to belong; well kind of at the children’s orphanage I guess it’s been my only home. I was brought to the orphanage at 1 month old. To this day I still have no idea who my mother or father is. All my memories are from the orphanage. Most of us kids just adapted to the environment we were in. we were all just brothers and sisters.
There had always been a big group of us but every 2 or 3 months one would disappear. Sitting and waiting for my day to come. But I know my day will come soon, a nice family will come and adopt me.
It was the 11th of February 2008 and we got a family some in and adopt a kid. That morning I woke up and I had a feeling this was my day to go, all us kids got dressed in our best clothes. We were all so excited as if we were going to the fare. With polished shoes and our best clothes on we went out and met the Parry’s. The Parry’s had tried to have kids but failed, so they came to the orphanage in search for a young boy. Robert and Kristy came up to me and asked how old I was “12 years old and turning 13 in November” I replied
Both of the adults turned to each other and whispered something secretly to each other. What were they whispering about; did they want me, did they not?? Al these thoughts rushed to me head. They then turned back to me and asked me “how would I like to be a part of our family?” a smile came to my face “I would love that”.
God must have been on my side that day or maybe it was Satan.
It was if something was missing when I left the orphanage, I think it would take a bit of getting used to as I had been at the orphanage so long. But I thought positive I was starting a new life with the Parry’s. Their house seemed perfect little creamy coloured house big wooden doors, neatly trimmed