
The cry of a newborn baby pierced through the stillness of the night, unheard by any loving parent.The baby was left at the doorstep of a nondescript orphanage in a small town. Wrapped in a tattered, worn blanket, the baby's identity remained a mystery.The orphanage, a modest structure with faded yellow walls and a rusty gate, was home to a handful of other abandoned children, each with a unique story of abandonment etched into their innocent eyes. Sister Agnes, the caretaker, a stern yet compassionate woman, discovered the infant as she left for morning prayers. Her heart sank at the sight of the helpless child, left like unwanted baggage.She immediately carred him and named him Chima which means "God knows".Chima's early years were spent in the cold, sterile walls of the orphanage. There, he learned to adapt to the regimented routines, where crying could be met with indifference and laughter with a rare, precious smile from Sister Agnes. While the other children clung to their few toys, Chima clung to the hope that someday, someone would claim him as their own.He watched other children leave the orphanage, finding families to love and care for them. But for Chima, each year added to his stay, and the sense of abandonment began to gnaw at his soul. He would often spend hours staring out of the small, barred window, wondering about the parents who had left him behind. What had he done to deserve this fate?The early years in the orphanage were marked by a growing loneliness, a longing for a family he had never known. The pain of being left alone never dulled him, and it became a defining aspect of his life. The other children became his surrogate family, forming bonds forged in shared hardship.✍️by Chioma Iyke #chiomascreatives

