Today, I am writing a little diary of a boy that is in an Orphanage. A few days ago, I was thinking and I thought about it. Suddenly a picture of a children in orphanages came to me and I decided to write a little story.


Dear Diary,

I’m Mark and I’m 16 years old. I've lived in an Orphanage since I was 2 years old. My parents died when I was 2 years old, they had an accident and they died at the moment, I was also in the car but I survived. I was small; I didn’t know what was going on. My parents and me were very united. The next day I went to stay with my uncle. He was a bad person and didn’t love me. He drunk alcohol and smoked a lot. Every week the social services came to see If I was good and funny, but I was sad and every day I was thinner. I stayed in his house for two weeks and I never saw him again. I stayed in a big house with other children, there I related to the others, but I didn’t like being there, I wanted my parents. I could understand that would be my new house. I didn’t like it, it was dirty and old. The days, months, years passed…
Some children left the orphanage but I didn’t leave this house. I didn’t understand. Some woman and men were in the house and sometimes they took a baby and the baby didn’t return. I wanted a family. I didn’t want to stay in there. But as the years passed I understood what was going on around me, people who went there to take a children but the only children that the people took were babies, I was already 5 years old so nobody would take me. I had to get used to the idea of living alone and without family…
I have already spent 11 years here and I'm not used to the idea… I promise you that when I was five until now I prayed every day, I spent my free time crying and crying. The people who worked in the orphanage saw I was suffering, I didn’t leave my room. They sent psychologists to help me, but I knew that the only thing I could do was to change out of there and go back to be with my parents. I know that the latter is impossible, but I still had hope to get out of there. Now I hope that I am 18 and can leave this nightmare. But did it have to happen to me? It’s incredible, I lost my parents that are the most important thing of my life, I don’t have more family and now I have to endure this…
I just want a friend here, she is called Pauline, she is French and is two years younger than me. She's the only person who knows how to get a smile in hard moments. Well, it’s time to turn off the light, tomorrow I write my second day of my diary.
Good night, dear diary.


Well that’s the end of the first day, and from here you can let your imagination run.

Now you can see a photo of my cousin, she’s Gina and she’s from Romania and my aunt took her out of the Orphanage. The first time that I saw the photo I cried, I imagined her in there, and also I compared before and now, In the photo she was around the year I think, now she’s 9 years old, and she is a rebellious girl, but it’s fantastic! My aunt took out another child but he was from Ukraine and he’s Roman and now he’s 7 years old. He's also is a rebellious boy, but also it’s fantastic and even if they don’t have my blood I love them so much,like my family