Josephine Part 8

I sat there for what felt like hours, sobbing. Those medicines were all I had left of my mother, and perhaps the only thing I could bargain  with to get my father back. Those medicines were all that was left of my family. And now they were gone

“What are you crying about?” came a voice from behind me.

“Shoes,” was all I could muster through my tears.

“Shoes? Honey, your shoes are on your feet,”  was her confused response.

I countered this with another round of cries.

“Err…”

I could tell she wasn’t used to comfort children. 

“Why don’t you come with me?” 

I nodded, and got up. The woman led me to her car, and I got into the passenger seat.

“So, what happened?”

“My dad’s shoes. I left them on the train. They’re all I had left of him.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Do you have anywhere I can take you”

This was my chance. “Actually, if you could take me to my grandparents house, that would be great.”

“Sure, where do they live?”

“Umm, about 5 ½ hours away.”

“What? Honey, I’m sorry, but I have to go to work in an hour.”

“Oh. Um, could you drive me there this weekend?” 

“No, honey. But, I could drop you off at the orphanage. You are an orphan, aren’t you?”

I nodded. The truth sunk in. I was  practically an orphan.