THE ORPHAN
A Twitch In The Hands Of The Clock…. A glimpse of what life looks like will make us come to terms with many orphans. Roaming aimlessly in the streets, with no one to call Dad and no shoulder to lean on and call “ mum” or the one that is lucky to have a home learns to call a stranger “mum” and an unlinked lineage man “dad”. That's exactly how the life of an orphan looks like. Should we call them “ Faceless” because most of them are unseen and have no one to stand up for them? The strong foundation which laid erect a solid building, having to its front a solid standby signboard with no other inscriptions than “ORPHANAGE HOME” is a home, which behind it lies different stories, different walks of people with untold stories. A story too bitter to be remembered. Do some even have a story they can say “I remembered when I was still with my parents” or they just found themselves behind the building, having no where else to point to as home other than the ORPHANAGE? Those are even the lucky...