Everyone was at the orphanage enjoying their late Christmas Eve dinner and gifts. Kids talking, and laughing. Turkey dinner with all the trimmings, and a bunch of gifts to follow ... you can't beat that!
Daniel, thirteen, was the exception. It was obvious he didn't want to be there. During the singing he stared into space. He passed on the meal as he sat at the table, one hand holding his head looking down at the table.
A teen-age self-pity party? Maybe.
Daniel's mother was never in the picture but he has a father; it was his father that angrily placed him in the orphanage.
He mixes well with the other kids and is doing well in school.
However, almost a year has gone by and Daniel has never heard from his father.
He keeps hoping.
It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on in his world. Angry, frustrated, hurt, disappointed.
Joy to the world?
There was anything but joy in Daniel's world.
As I looked at him leaning on the table, I was reminded that; indeed life isn't fair ... even on Christmas eve. Daniel deserved better.
I'll talk to him later, when his anger simmers down.
