Chapter 50
Maya’s POV
I stood at the gate of the orphanage, and the environment smelled just like I remembered it. It’s been almost two years since I was last here, and it seemed that each time, the orphanage kept getting worse.
The paint was all washed off, the children's swings were broken, and the compound looked like it hadn’t been mowed in weeks.
It just looked so old and unkempt.
I walked in slowly, dragging my box behind me, and just at the corner, a group of children were playing.
“Aunt Mayaaaa,” one of them called out. The others turned, their faces a mix of shock and excitement. The ones who knew who I was ran towards me, the others just stood and watched.
“Stoppp!!!” One screamed, and I turned wondering why.
It was Brenda, she’s grown so much since I last saw her, sh
