The Best Gift

My name is Rizki. I am fourteen years old.

I am standing in front of the orphanage, carrying my two younger sisters. No, I'm not an orphan. My mother is still alive. But, two minutes ago was the last time I saw my mother. Until I grew up, we never met again. Meanwhile, my father was shot dead.

This orphanage is not a real orphanage. From the outside there is a sign that says orphanage. Inside it? Very scary prison.

We don't need to wait until tomorrow for us to feel terrible things. On the first day of arrival, the three of us almost died that night.

What were you guys, when we were our age, doing? This is my story. Not many people know, not many people want to listen. This is my story, about the best gift. Hopefully I'm telling the right person.