Sitting alone in the corner,i remeber that.and the rejection of every family that saw me,i remember that too.they'd all ask the same question,"what's wronge with that little girl?"another thing that never changed was the answer,"No one really knows."it went on for what seemed like forever to me.
I could still remember the woman I'd known as my mother for two years of my life.she was a nice lady,who never saw what was wronge with me.she only saw what was right with me.about a year before i was dumpped at that prison of a orphanage she was killed,no...murdered,by a man with no mercy.mabye the worse thing was that she gave me hope of finding my real family.she told me she knew we'd find them,together...
when she died i lost all hope of EVER finding my family.i refused to talk to anyone,about anything.around the orphanage that was pretty clear to all of them.unfortunatly,they didn't get the fact that i wasn't deaf.there were many a days where i sat threw indirect insults.at first,it gnawed at my very being till i just stopped caring what people said and thought about me.i still act like that,...with a few exceptions............
there was one day in that prison i remember vividly.i was sitting in the corner like usual when a tall blonde boy,about my age,came up to me and pointed directly at me."she's going to be my sister!."He was dressed in nice clothes that looked new.behind him on the left was a tall man with dark hair and clear as day green eyes i noticed as he looked at me.on the right was a blonde woman with crystal blue eyes that bored into me like lasers set to stun.
"are you sure,she looks a little...well...you know..."
"a little what,mother?like the girl that's going to be my sister!:D"the blonde boy asked energeticly.he leaned down to my eye level.
"my name is ichiru,what's yours?"his smile was miles wide.after he realized i wasn't going to talk to him he backed off a little.
"you see ichiru?why don't we go pick someone else?"the eagle eyed woman coed with a smirk.
"don't take it personaly,she dosen't talk to anyone"said a social worker dressed like a librarian.
"no wonder she's still here..."my not so eager mother to be whispered to herself.it shouldn't of,but it burned,and i flinched away from the pain of her words.ichiru saw that and next thing i knew he was next to me.he sat beside me and looked up at his parents.
"i want her to be my sister."he said in a way that made me somehow believe him.i remember thinking something like,well at least i'll never be bored.now i looked up at him,straight into his eyes and said"my name is sasora."
when he realized i spoke to him he smiled a childish smile, that he hadn't grown out of yet.
"well then sasora,why don't we go home?"ichiru asked seemingly proud of himself.he grabbed my hand,and we both stood.as we walked towards his parents his father was indifferent,but his mother looked at me as hatefully as before,it might of even been worse then before now that i think about it.even still ichiru smiled at me in a way that made it hard to worry.
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later i found out he was adopted by my new mom and dad when he was only two years old.he talked to me for hours on end,for a whole year i never said anything back.in all the time we spent together ichiru became my only friend,my brother,and my guardian.and i know,no matter what,he'll always be there for me....