The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
The night our parents died, we didn’t just lose our family – we lost everything. But in our darkest moments, my siblings and I made a promise. A promise that took us years of sacrifice, pain, and unwavering determination to fulfil.
When I was five years old, my world shattered overnight. One moment I had a home, a family, and the warmth of my parents’ laughter filling our little café. The next day, I had nothing.
An accident had taken them both. No goodbyes. No last words. Just a knock on the door and strangers telling us we were orphans.
I didn’t realise what was happening. My sister Emma, who was seven, clung to me, her tiny hands trembling. My brother Liam, who was only nine, stood motionless, his face pale and unreadable. When we were taken to the orphanage, I kept asking, ‘When are Mummy and Daddy coming back?’ No one answered me.
The cafe disappeared after a few weeks. Our house? Sold. All traces of our parents were wiped out to cover debts we didn’t even realise we had.
‘We’re all we have now,’ Liam whispered one night, his voice barely audible over the noise of the other kids in the orphanage. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
And he did take care.
He ate less so Emma and I could eat more. He saved the tiny allowances we got from kind carers and bought us sweets and fruit, even though he never ate anything himself.
And as always, before the meal, Liam raises his glass and says the words our parents taught us once upon a time long ago.
‘Only in unity can a family overcome any problems and obstacles.’ He looks at us, pride glowing in his eyes. “And we have proven that. Our parents would be proud of us.”
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but fictionalised for creative purposes. Names, characters and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental and is not intended by the author.
