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Hi everyone.

Im Amelia.

Im 13 years old.

I have an amazing life story.

A homeless man adopted me!

I cant wait for the day I get to call him dad.

You might wonder how thats even possible.

Once you hear my story, Im sure youll find it amazing too.

I never knew my real dad and my mom passed away when I was 8.

Im not going to say anything else about my real parents

because talking about them makes me really sad.

So, yes, I became an orphan when I was little.

I didnt have any relatives that could take me in so I was sent to live in an orphanage.

People dont think of orphanages as nice places

but the other kids there, and I were happy most of the time.

Imagine a bunch of kids living together.

Wed play all the time.

The orphanage had a school so we studied together too.

Perhaps we all got along because we were all there for the same reason.

Most of the people working there who took care of us were good to us too.

Our lives at the orphanage were pretty good but most kids still wanted to be adopted.

We dreamed about it.

Imaginea family comes, meets with some of the kids,

and then picks one that would go to live with them.

Only 4 or 5 kids would get lucky each month.

Wed all get jealous of the ones who got adopted.

You know what was the main reason for our jealousy?

Because theyd get to call two people mom and dad.

Youd have to live in an orphanage to understand how much we missed those words.

I became one of the kids that was envied when I was 12.

I was adopted not by a family but a single woman.

She was a retired judge.

I couldnt sleep for a week when I learned that she picked me.

Id dream about the moment Id call her mom for the first time.

Parents would come to pick up their new kids on Sundays.

I said bye to my friends and everyone at the orphanage after breakfast.

My new mom came an hour later.

As I was leaving, I thought this was the happiest day of my life.

But my excitement didnt last long.

Her name was Harriet.

In our first conversation at home, she saidYoull call me Miss Harriet.

I go to bed late and wake up late.

I want my breakfast ready when Im up.”

I quickly realized that she didnt want a child,

but a servant that she could train from a young age.

She didnt enroll me in a school,

which is against the adoption requirements.

I wasnt allowed to leave the house so I couldnt report her.

I swear Im not exaggerating but she was just like the stepmother in Cinderella.

I spent my days working for her nonstop.

She was never satisfied with anything I did.

Shed scream at me every chance she got.

I really missed the orphanage.

At night, Id cry under the covers.

After 7-8 months, I resigned myself to my new life.

I knew I didnt belong in that house

but I was too young to think about escaping.

I had noticed that Miss Harriet always kept the front door locked

so I could never leave the house, not even to take out the trash.

One day, I saw that Miss Harriet was really sad.

Her eyes were swollen from crying.

For the first time in months, she talked to me like I was a normal person.

Sit downshe said,

so I did.

It was the anniversary of her husbands death.

She told me all about him just because she wanted to share it with someone.

I was surprised that such an evil woman could love someone so much.

She talked and cried and drank the whole time.

Eventually she got really drunk.

I couldnt understand what she was saying anymore but I still had to pretend I was listening.

Finally, she passed out.

I was about to go back to my room when I noticed a key.

It was lying on the coffee table.

Everything happened so quickly.

I picked it up.

Once I realized that it was the key for the front door,

I unlocked the door and walked out without any hesitation.

I went outside and started walking.

I didnt stop until the sun started coming up.

I was very tired.

I came across a bench.

Again, without even thinking, I laid down as if I just got to my own bed.

I woke up to a woman standing by my feet.

Her clothes were old and filthy.

She had already taken off one of my shoes and was trying get the other one.

I tried pulling my foot away but she had a tight grip on my shoe.

Just then someone yelled, “Angela, leave the girl alone

I looked to see who it was.

It was a man dressed in rags.

The two of them were obviously homeless.

Walking towards us, he saidWhat will she wear if you take her shoes?

Look, shes sleeping on the streets like us”.

So the woman named Angela let me go unwillingly.

Thats how I met Gary.

It was my first time talking to a homeless person.

He had been living on the streets for 9 years and had a very sad story.

He lost his wife and two daughters in a train accident.

After that, he was overwhelmed by grief and couldnt bring himself to do anything.

He stopped going to work, and stayed home all day in the dark.

A while later he lost his job and couldnt pay his rent so he started living on the streets.

He was such a good man and super funny.

He made me laugh all the time.

I started living with him on the streets.

Once he heard my story, he wanted me to go back to the orphanage.

But I told him that Miss Harriet would definitely come and take me from there.

Reporting her would be useless.

She was a judge.

Theyd believe her instead of a kid.

So he saidOkay then you can stay with me for a while”.

Well look for a better place for you later.”

DealI said, nodding my head,

but I didnt want to leave him at all.

Because it was the first time that I felt safe and relaxed with an adult.

Gary taught me the main rule of living on the street:

If youre homeless, you need to look it.

After all, we live on other peoples charity.

I could go to a bathroom and wash my face.

But who would give money to a clean, well-dressed person?”

He was right.

So I did as he said.

I made my face and clothes look as dirty as possible.

One lesson and I had the perfect homeless look.

We had to beg in the street before each meal.

Once we had made enough money, wed go ahead and buy something to eat right away.

Thats why we never had money for the next meal.

One day, after we had enough money for breakfast, we went to a bakery.

Business owners usually tried to get rid of us as quickly as possible

so we wouldnt bother the other customers.

But the woman at the bakery was really nice.

She smiled and said,

Good morning.

Its your lucky day because everything is free for girls your age today.”

Gary said, “Thank you but today we have money.

Is it possible that a girl her age can get some free stuff another time?”

he asked,

and was about to give her our change.

Suddenly we heard a noise behind us.

We turned to see what happened and saw that an older customer had fallen.

The woman took out her cell phone in a panic.

The old man was on the floor, not moving.

Gary put his cup on the counter, and kneeled next to the man.

He touched the mans neck with his hand.

He closed his eyes and started counting.

Then he put his hands together and pressed on the mans chest.

Just then, the bakery owner said,

Dont touch him.

I called an ambulance.

A doctor should be doing this.”

Gary told her, “I am a doctor.

His pulse is around 20.

We cant wait for the ambulance.

We have to act nowand continued pressing his hands on the mans chest.

That old man was so lucky that Gary was there.

He never told me what his job had been

so I was surprised to find out that he was adoctor.

In fact, he was a brain surgeon,

but of course he knew what to do when someone was having a heart attack.

Later he told me more about his old life.

One day, he had to travel to another city to perform a surgery.

But it was his birthday the next day.

So his wife and kids decided to surprise him by taking the train to visit him,

and you already know what happened after that.

The owner of the bakery refused to let us pay.

Gary insisted but she said,

Its your lucky day.

Everything is free for anyone who saves someones life today.”

We ended up getting to know her that day.

Her name is Sadie.

I think shes as funny as Gary.

She lives with her mom.

Id invite you over for dinner,

but my mom may not be ready to have two homeless people coming byshe said,

and we all cracked up.

The next day was a Sunday and we made plans to have a picnic in a park.

We had to beg in the streets longer than usual to buy all the stuff for the picnic.

Guess what happened next?

Gary and Sadie started falling for each other.

One day Sadie joked, “I decided to close the bakery and live with you on the streets

because the only way Ill be able to tolerate your smell is if start smelling like you.”

Gary said, “You know, that would be too much trouble.

Instead of you smelling like us, we could start smelling like you.

We just need a bath”.

That was a turning point in our lives.

Of course one bath wasnt enough but it was a first step.

Now we all live together.

We have a lot of plans for the future,

but the first one is for Gary and Sadie to get married.

Then theyre going to officially adopt me.

After that Ill be able to call them mom and dad.

Thats what they want.

I already feel like saying it now but I stop myself.

But I can tell you!

They are my dear mom and dear dadmy lucky stars.

My real mom would always prayMay God bring good people into your life”.

Thats exactly what happened.

I hope the prayers someone says for you will come true one day too.

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Bye for now.

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