Waiting for the spring!

 

The chilly wintery winds were blowing outside the window. The glass door was tightly shut, so that the chills wouldn't enter the room. Yet, the warmth wasn't enough, I could still feel the cold whiff. The clothes though were snug, weren't that cosy, like I wanted to sense them.

I missed them immensely. I missed it terribly, their hug, especially on such frosty nights. How she tucked me inside the blanket which would get warmer with her embrace. The hot chocolate that I had just chugged down would taste sweeter just because he lovingly made me drink, reading out a fairytale.

I was merely 5, when I lost my parents. But their memories were vivid. I could imagine their silhouettes around me and try to embrace, hoping to feel the warmth. But all in vain!

The warden of the orphanage was loving and caring. But how could an orphanage be your house? I shared my bed with a didi, how could she be like my mother? How would she know to tuck me in? How would she make some hot chocolate for me? She herself was too young to read out a fairytale, when she never had experienced anything like that.

I was here since 4 years now. But I longed for a home, love of parents. Families coming in for adoption usually preferred babies and toddlers, over grown up kids. Was there no body in this world, after my mom and dad, who would want me, who would love me?

Being December born, all my birthday parties had been on chilly evenings. Any dress I would wear had to be covered with a jacket or sweater or a coat. I would say, "I want to look like a princess on my birthday. I don't want to wear the sweater". And so on my 5th, my dad had arranged heaters in the house so that I could wear that pink frilled party gown, just like a princess, with the stone studded crown. I had tripped while playing party games and the crown had slipped.

I rearched for my head to fix the crown, "Oh! It's not there anymore", I came back to my senses. I tangled my arms around myself and tried to sleep.

In order to be a princess once again, I waited eagerly for the King and Queen, just like my parents, to visit the orphanage and pick me up in their arms.

It had been 4 years, however, for me, the winter wasn't over yet.

That day was specially sunny and bright, for a winter day. Birds were chirping that morning and the sunshine was ready to bask me in. My red cheeks and nose slowly felt balmy, I wondered if spring was here.

The warden called my name. Feeling my warm cheeks, I dwadled to the office.

"Look she's here, our little princess", said the man to the woman sitting besides him. My eyes lit up and I ran towards them. "But they aren't my parents", I looked and sighed.

"Come here dear", the woman, who was very beautiful, held my hand and gently pulled me close to her. She had big eyes, twinkling with smile, her cheeks were rosy, her hair were secured with expensive clips. She was wearing my favourite pink. She fondly caressed my cheeks and my balmy cheeks mellowed some more. "This is the warmth I was waiting for, feels just like my mom", I said in my mind. In a jiffy, I hugged her. Tears rolled down her eyes, onto my mellowed cheeks and I looked up. "Yes! It's our princess for sure", she said, looking back at me. And the winter suddenly transformed into spring, taking away the chilly scent and spreading the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms.

#FICTION

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Every winter has it's spring ~ H. Tuttle.

My blog for the prompt, 'The Winter Tales'.

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