January 8, 2011
Walking up to the house felt like a dream. I hadn’t seen it since I was 3 years old. I barely remember it to be honest. I was nervous and excited to see what awaited me inside the door.
Empty.. I sort of figured as much, although it would have been nice if there was something left that I could maybe associate to my childhood. All that really mattered was I was home! At last! Out of that orphanage! I would never go back to that place as long as I lived unless it was to save some other poor orphan from the same fate I had. Growing up unwanted and alone.
I stood in the kitchen and closed my eyes. It felt good to be home.. however as I stood there in that familiar place memories started to come into my mind again.. of that fateful day which changed my life forever.
I remember I was crying, for whatever reason now I can’t seem to recall. *sigh* whenever I start to think back it’s all fuzzy at first..
But as I remembered this time it was all so much clearer. I wasn’t actually in the room with my parents when the fire broke out. I suppose I was crying too loud to hear the commotion. I can’t imagine the looks on their faces.
As the fire grew so did the screaming.. I could hear my mom yelling at my dad to “GET ANNETTE OUT OF HERE!” and his cry of “I CAN’T GET THE DOOR OPEN! IT’S STUCK!”
So of course being the curious toddler I was I crawled out into the hall. That’s when I saw the flames, roaring from the main part of the house. Not knowing any better I sat down in front of them. “Mama?” I cried in a low wimper.. when no one answered, “Dada?”
That’s when I heard a shrill scream come from my mother. I was so frightened I crawled back to my room and hid under my crib whimpering softly. I didn’t know what to do. If I had only been old enough to call for help!
As my moms crys became silenced I heard my father then cry out for help.. One of the neighbors must have seen the smoke because soon I heard a bunch of strange men yelling and trying to beat down the door. They must have been the fire men, although I never saw them since I was still under my crib. Soon the whole house fell silent and I ventured out from my crib.
“Mama? Dada?” I whimpered.. I still heard no answer. Little did I know I would never see my parents again.. They were gone. The fire men did all they could but since we didn’t have a fire alarm the fire men hadn’t responded as fast as they could have.
The next and last thing I remember about that night was this womans face. Cold and hard. She took me from my home and to the orphanage where I spent the next 15 years of my life. No one ever came to adopt me and all I was told was that when I turned 18 my parents house would become mine and I could leave that awful place and make a new life for myself.
*Sigh* I tried to push the awful memories out of my head by cleaning. I was a total neat freak so whenever I got stressed out I’d break out my sponge and start cleaning. This old stove probably hadn’t been cleaned in 15 years anyway so it definately could use a good scrub!
While there was still time I decided to search for a job. Afterall my house was empty and I needed money so that I could furnish it! Architectural Designer? Hmm.. I think I’ll take it! I could sure use the practice since my own house was going to need some repairs as well!
As I laid in my parents old bed I thought of what work was going to be like the next day. I had so much hope for my new life I had waited so long to start. My future was clear. I’d make a cozy home for myself, save money, meet a man fall in love, have children, grow old together. Ahh I couldn’t wait!
I knew my life was going to be different! That’s why I made sure every room in the house would have it’s own fire alarm! I wasn’t going to have the same thing happen to MY family, oh no! My children would not grow up without me and their father! I would make sure of it!