Broken Treasure by Deborah Benjamin
I remember vividly like yesterday when one strong ill in our society caught up with me. The caretakers that everyone had access to in life, left me in the lonely world when I was just a little girl of four years. I was forced painfully into an orphanage home in a remote area in Nigeria, Africa. It was not so bad in the beginning; the people there were very sympathetic and consoling. When I turned eight, I had automatically become the home’s messenger. I ran most of the errands, got to the market and did the hard chores that even most of the bigger girls in the home did not do. That was probably as a result of my intelligence and confusing stature. Oh, I really appreciated the fact that I was not on the street like most children who were like me; who had lost their parents. Hey broken…