The Last Luck that Broke The Fortune’s Back


There was this boy praying to be adopted someday. He was the oldest in the Orphanage but was the most talented of them all. He was the teacher to the kid that came to the orphanage and saw each and everyone through the home with the ethics they are to learn and the subjects that were taught in schools. He taught so passionately and with pride that each parent who adopts the child he taught either lavish the owner of the Orphanage with Gifts or allows the child to spend time in the Orphanage whenever the holidays came.

Now the Owner of the Orphanage Died leaving her husband and a Child. The boy was nineteen when the owner died. So the Husband with the new parents of the children that were adopted decided to give out the Orphanage to another caretaker if the responsibility of taking care of the child she left behind would be a bane to the grieving husband. . Unfortunately, the child the former owner bore died. She was barely three years old. With struggles living with the new owner for four years, they-the new owner himself, the Parents of the adopted children – agreed this only boy left be transferred to another Orphanage which happened to be manned by the new wife the former owner, a shock gripping the boy who was so loyal to the man that can’t do without him.

Twenty Years had passed without an issue from his new wife who was a bundle of disgrace and disappointment to him. He at various times feared death because of her. Also, the Parents of the Adopted Children had all passed on and allowed history repeat itself with these children now married and nursing their own kids. All of them paid a surprise visit to their former Orphanage home only to express their disbelief and shock of what the new wife is treating him. He was the reason behind the new wife’s Divorce. But the Orphanage had now new set of children but poorly underdeveloped at that. And so they began restructuring the Orphanage home as each family took turns to take care of the man and cater well for him. Through this, the widower then made plans to reinstate the boy to found an orphanage with the Children of his mates as well as the children who opted to be transferred from the new wife’s Orphanage. He felt glad beyond words for he has formed a strong bond between the Orphanages he’s been in

Now the boy now almost in his early forties found life unbearable for him. He was stripped of his teaching profession for a more dirtier job- To be a Steward, Driver and Laundry Man which was what the new wife caused. The formalities to return him to the house of his former owner was successful. He frequents the house and the two orphanages comfortably. . On this good weekend he picked the call from an unknown number. This was one of his closest child he trained from the new wife’s orphanage who happened to be in touch until she got married and promised she return with her family and with a big Surprise.
When she arrived, there were lots of tears, hugs. kisses and tales of each and every kid he taught. His turn reached and narrated all his experiences and encounters there. Like what was taught to be an end only became a beginning to his travails for her eldest daughter who was now nineteen narrated how she met this strange fellow that happened to be the only surviving sister to the late owner as she presented a parcel. Then came screaming and howling was later quelled, and all attention was on the parcel, with lots of inquiry and confirmations that the parcel was meant for him. This forty year old man felt it was faith as he couldn’t link how a lady gave a parcel to another unknown teen. . Without rushing into the inquiry and all, the Widower opened it and allowed the boy to read it.

This is what the letter entailed:
“To my new found Son and wish-to-be adopted child
Jim,You will be surprised why I am writing to you and not to Larry my Husband.
This is because Larry won’t understand if you are not put in the picture. I have noticed your persistence in getting adopted and how you feel about it.
I understand why you aren’t pushing it as much as the rest. At least you have Larry to cater for your needs even though he may not be as inquisitive as I am.
There are lots of things I want to tell you, starting from why I want your name to be called Jim. But there is no time now for I have Cancer and would soon leave you.
Nevertheless, I have attached the following documents for you to head as MY SON I wish I had. Please Guard it jealously for this is how my spirit will live on and as it is my will as well.

‘My Diary(all about myself; My Marriage to Larry; The Orphanage; My Last Lonely Path to the Path of Death).
My Will
And Your Hopeful Future of which I intend you to tread on.’

Take Care Jim, I will always be watching you,
Your Mother-In Spirit,
Carol.”

Jim and the Children especially Larry was mute for virtually for an Hour before they shed tears and gave each other dozens of Hug. It seemed this boy has fulfilled in the letter the Intentions of their Founder.

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