“This was exactly what I needed to let go of my pain, my grief, and my bitterness for losing my family. I believe these children will give me a purpose in life. Through them, I’ll be able to spread God's word and raise Godly children as well as impacting them positively.”
Adam’s heart leaped for joy.
“What have you decided after seeing them?” Adam asked even though he knew where she was heading with her emotional talk.
“I accept the offer to work here.”
Adam smiled and sighed with relief. “Thank you.”
She laughed a little, her face lighting up, and then she shook her head.
“No. Thank you for bringing me here. It would be a grave mistake not to work here. I thank the Lord for guiding you and ordering your steps.”
Not again.
Turning around swiftly, he said, “I’ll walk you home.”
Olivia talked about God all the way back to the house. Adam didn’t say anything. He only wondered if she was doing it intentionally, seeing that he had never contributed to her talk about God.
He let out a sigh of relief when they finally reached the house. He realized that he liked Olivia but had to think things through.
Can I stand Olivia’s constant religious talk?
Chapter 11
“Miss Olivia, are you going to tell us a story?” one of the children helping Olivia plant flowers in the garden said.
Pleasure filled Olivia at the child’s words. In just a few days of arriving at the orphanage, the children had taken so much to her that she was barely alone.
“Yes, I’ll tell you a story when we go inside,” she informed the five children with her and they all whooped with joy.
A dazzling smile lifted her face. When she was told about the decimation of her family, she had thought that nothing would ever make her smile again.
But now, she could hardly stay a minute without a smile being plastered on her face. The children made her laugh and smile a lot.
Looking at their young and innocent faces as they dug the ground with little garden tools, she couldn’t believe she had almost missed the opportunity of being with them.
Every day, she found a way to impact the children and that gave her a lot of fulfillment.
Sweat beaded her forehead as they continued to work under the sun. Thankfully the intensity of its rays wasn’t harsh. The children didn’t even notice as they were happy to be with her.
“Look at this beautiful flower, Miss Olivia,” David exclaimed, his tanned face showing excitement.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” She agreed with a knot, staring at the yellow flower with white edges.
Sarah lifted a red flower and said, “Mine is more beautiful.”
Soon enough, all the children lifted the different flowers she had picked around the orphanage and claimed they were more beautiful.
Olivia laughed heartily. “They’re beautiful, just like you all.”
The two girls, Sarah and Anna giggled while the boys, David, Henry, and Sam looked at her with confusion.
Henry scratched his forehead. “Miss Olivia, can boys be called beautiful?”
Olivia giggled with the girls. She had wanted them to just call her Olivia, but the matron, Mrs. Harrison refused. Olivia wanted to be an older sister to them and not just a worker.
Before she could answer, Sam chipped in, “Miss Annie said, boys are handsome and girls are beautiful.”
