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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: It’s Christmas Day (in the present or living memory) (11/27/08)

TITLE: THE CHIRPING BIRD
By aditi sachdev
12/04/08


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Little Kate went to every bed in the dormitory at 5 a.m. with the tinkling bell and wished every other girl, “Merry Christmas!”. The girls wished her the same with equal enthusiasm. Whoever knew it was the last time, the orphan was chirping so loudly.
On the Trinity Lane, London stood the ‘Being Human’, an orphanage for small girls .There were about more than 100 girls staying there, since their birth. With them, the nuns had grown up too. Some would look at Sister Ryan and say, “My granny would have been like this.” Others would sigh, “My mum would…………like this!” And for their father or grandfathers they had Sister Ann and Sister Willy when they would shout in grumpy voices. After all, it was a big happy family. One cannot say if they missed their parents, but they certainly loved this ‘big family’.
“Ok girls now we need to tell Sister Ryan –please, please ,take us out to the Fun Park….please.”, said Little Kate with a microphone rolled out of paper.
“And girls you need to repeat the word PLEASE………..got it?”
Sister Ryan who was standing beside the door ,came in with a big grin on her face, “So girls, you all seem to be learning your lessons quite well…..yes?” This time all the girls giggled except Kate . “Well girls, we are going to the Fun Park today!” The girls showered their hugs and kisses together on Sister Ryan , and they shared a good laughter at the end.
They reached the Fun Park, singing and dancing to their glory in the cabs. Some girls would shout , “Sister , first the roller coaster, then dragon fly……….then…..”, others would say ,”first the merry-go-round,…………….then Columbus…”
“Girls! You need to be quiet now.” shouted Sister Ann. So they went to whichever swing the four ladies led them to. They shouted and wailed in joy like hundreds of small kittens left open.
“Hey, security, there is fire………fire…” said the roller coaster man pointing towards the electricity mains room. The sudden stampede made the kittens shout in terror. They felt strangled under the feet of men and could not find their way out.
The cops were called quickly for the rescue operation and ambulances were rushed for. New Jersey Hospital was filled with the injured, their relatives, others who were looking for their acquaintances. What could be said more is, one could sense the helplessness in the air.
The hustle and bustle on the Christmas had made the day so awry, that the glory of morning had faded away completely. So the nuns and the girls were not to be spared. Each of them was suffering in a way that fate had in store for them. Little Kate had lost her voice completely. She suffered from Motor Neuron Disease that Christmas, an incurable, degenerative, terminal condition.
This Christmas, when I went to her bed for the check up, she was sleeping in peace. When I woke her up (to my utter amazement) she wished “Doc, Mey Chmas” in an animal like voice. I didn’t have the courage to say anything, so I just cried. Hope the girl understood my wish-“Bless the little girl’s courage Mary.”


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Jan Ackerson 12/05/08
A sure way to tug at the heartstrings--orphans at Christmas!

I felt a little bit lost at times, with several shifts in focus, and then I was quite surprised to see an "I" character introduced almost at the very end. Maybe a few more edits?

Great title!