100 WC #18 Silence, orange. pyjamas, thunder, swam.

I sat quietly on my bed waiting for a noise. Silence swam through the air as I stared at the orange sunset. Thunder. A noise. Finally.
“Mum, Dad?” I wondered. “Where are you?” Tears started to trickle down my face onto my pyjamas. I wanted them with me. I wished the fire had never taken their lives. I didn’t want to live in the orphanage. I wanted my Mother telling me everything was going to be OK. Why couldn’t I have that? Why couldn’t I have a normal, happy, peaceful life like everybody else in the world?

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