The challenge: Write a short story every Tuesday in 500 words or less. Post on your blog, share on twitter with the #shortstorytuesday hashtag. Tag two friends to do the same.
The whispering wind flicked her hair from her eyes. Looking up, she watched as a flag blew merrily in the breeze. The distinct shape of Mickey Mouse flapped on the yellow canvas backdrop. The happiest place on earth, they say. The place were tears aren’t allowed, where children can be children.
What makes it different for me? She wondered. Am I just that separate from other children? Deep thoughts for an eight-year-old, she knew. But she wasn’t like other children. Not in the usual kind of way. Other children laughed and screamed and ran amuck while their haggard parents tried to keep up. She watched as even now, a small boy attached to a backpack with a leash pulled against his restraints, reaching grimy hands for Donald Duck. The mascot waved at him, bending down to hand him a signed picture. The little boy squealed with delight.
I like to watch, she thought. I like to observe what families do. How they act. What makes them…well, a family.
“Jade!” The voice snapped her back to reality. Above her head, the flag snapped against the pole. She hurried under it towards the other children dressed in bright yellow. Some smiled, some stared in wonder around them, but mainly, none knew what to do. Shuffling feet, shifting eyes, they huddled like puppies afraid to make a wrong move.
Miss Kathy grabbed her shoulder. “Pay attention, Jade. Don’t dawdle. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”
Nothing that would interest you. She dare not say it out loud.
“Leave her be, Kathy,” Miss Margie said gently. She was Jade’s favorite. Always sticking up for her, trying desperately to find her a family to call her own. Organizing things like Disney trips for the kids. But really, it almost made the pain worse. So many happy families. So many children with Moms and Dads. College in their futures, a bed of their own, more belongings than could fit in a backpack. Parents who weren’t in jail, or dead.
Or Moms who can get out of bed every day without chasing another fix. Who don’t give up their kids because she would rather get high instead. Jade knew she shouldn’t think that way. But she preferred to live in reality. Maybe she was too young, or too vulnerable, or whatever adults always said when she dared speak her thoughts out loud.
Really, what did it matter? Jade found herself looking back at the waving flag as the children followed behind each other, marching to the orders of Miss Kathy. She shouted them like a drill instructor. Jade filtered out the noises around her and focused on the Mouse. The happies place on earth. Maybe, just maybe, if she was good enough, quiet enough, obedient enough…someone would want her. They would see her here, and instead of seeing an orphan, they would see a daughter.
She turned her face from the flag.
Today, there are more than 400,000 children in foster care. More than 100,000 of those are awaiting adoption. In reality, that isn’t a large number compared to the amount of families who have the means to take in these children. If one family, from every three churches in the United States adopted a child in foster care, it would eliminate the adoption need completely. Check out your States requirements. There should be no such thing as an unwanted child.