Alice

People look at me and start to walk away. I try and ask for help but they ignore me. Every night, I'm constantly waiting for my parents to come and save me, sometimes I think I see them, but they're never there. I feel alone, invisible almost, as if I'm not a real person.

I watch the clouds and I drift off to sleep. The wind rocks me while I dream. The trees cover me from danger. Mother Nature, sings to me. This is how I know I am safe and nothing will hurt me.

But unfortunately there is something, I have a type of sickness, that annoys me all day, I'm continually coughing and always tired. I don't know what it is and I'm sure no one will tell me. That's the bad thing about being homeless and an orphan, no one cares, they just walk right by you like your nothing.

Alice, that's my name and the bush is where I live. I'm eight years old, I'm an orphan, I'm sick with no cure and  I'm alone. Alone to fend for myself. I have no family, no friends, but I am hopeful for a new day.

I walk around town, when I have nothing to do and watch the cars drive past at rapid speed. I wonder if mum and dad ever went in one of those. I think of my parents all the time, I don't remember much of them, but I remember mum's, soft voice singing me to sleep and dads warm hugs. I miss them all day long and wish they were here, but sometimes you don't always get what you want.

I feel cold in the summer and freezing in the winter, I don't know what to do when it's winter, no one gives me blankets, they probably think I'm disease ridden or a savage.
Sometimes I think "why am I here?, why do I continue, no one likes me, I have no friends, no family, no life, why am I here?".

There's no way I have to contact my family, I don't know who they are, where they live and I don't even know if they know I exist. My life is tough, no one cares about me enough to look after me, they probably think I would be to hard to look after.

I'm eight years old, I look after myself, I have to find my own food and water and I'm always by myself. Forever feeling sick, forever alone, forever praying to god, forever, forever, forever, forever is the word.

I wonder if anyone is ever going to help me, I need help sometimes, when I'm alone, I wish I had a sister or a brother, someone to keep me company, someone to rock me to sleep. I guess Mother Nature is my family now, she's all I got.

I normally go down to the shops and beg people for money, but today I felt different, so I went down to the dying efforts of the river and sat there. I sat there all day, thinking, feeling the warm sun on my face, for once I was not cold and I wasn't hungry or thirsty. I don't normally feel like this, but this was truly magnificent. I didn't cough once, I didn't speak at all, I didn't even do anything, I was as still as a tree and I eventually fell asleep and dreamed of tomorrow.

I woke up in a nice warm bed with my mother cuddling me and I could hear my dad singing in the kitchen. The bed was soft as a duckling and as warm as a sunning day and my mother was more beautiful then I ever imagined. "Where am I?" I asked, quietly.
"Your home" said my mother, short and sweet,

I am home, I'm not alone, I'm not hungry, I'm not thirsty, this is just perfect. I hope they never leave, because this is the most happiest I have ever been. God has brought us together at last and my parents have come and saved me.He has chosen me, I don't now what I did for him to do so, but he did. I now have a bed, food in my stomach, water down my throat and a loving family.

I am truly blessed.

Alice, that's my name and I'm now with my parents. I'm eight years old, I'm not  an orphan, Im sick no longer and I'm not alone. I have my parents to save me. I have family, I have friends and I am hopeful for a new day.