The Future Holds

What I think the future will look like: It’s too hard to tell.

Will the world end in flames?

Will it end in ice?

Will end at all?

Or will we all decide between heaven, and hell?

My, my, my.

Who knows? It’s what some people say. But when you have something called faith, and a Bible, you don’t have to wonder.

My name is Jane. At least, that’s what people call me. My real name is Santayana. I have no idea how people got the name Jane from Santayana. i don’t even know what my name means. Do you?

I am a Christian. I don’t expect people to tell me otherwise, but sometimes it happens. I grew up spoiled rotten.

“Mom, can I have some money?”

“What for?” mother said.

“I just want some money!” said I, but I regretted what I said instantly. For I thought I would get yelled at, hurt, or sent to my room.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

I should’ve told you that I was abandoned as a child. (Okay, not really abandoned.) From when I was born, to when I was 5, I lived with my parents. Getting everything I wanted.

But when I turned 6, my mother died and my father grew poor. He couldn’t afford to buy me food, and hardly could afford food for himself. He sent me to the orphanage, telling me he loved me. Only 4 months later did I get adopted, by a very nice family at first. But then we had the conversation I was talking about before.

“Child! Stop speaking of money.” Mother said.

“I am NOT a child anymore, mother!” I was tired of her calling me a child.

She took a step towards me. Uh-oh.

A slap.

Some tears.

My broken glasses lay on the floor.

My bloody nose.

More tears.

Then I ran out the door. I remembered the way to the old orphanage, where I was good friends with the manager. I threw my arms around her an hour later huffing and puffing, crying into her dress.

“Now, now, suck it up, sweet. What happened? What are you doing here?”