Baby Orchid (Prose)

i.

Hundreds of people starve each day and live without any hope.

                      Out in the streets they walk about, without having a destiny.

Some critics look at them and say they are like zombies. The critics want them off the streets because they fear the crimes that might happen.

ii.

One day a baby was born out on the street and no one knew exactly what to do. The baby screamed and cried for help but there was no food. The mother had tears in her eyes and she watched her baby die in her arms.

Some people   walked by disgusted   and others gave her sympathy. A police officer put the mother in jail for prostitution and a small grave was made for the baby. 

It was obvious that no one cared about the baby and instead of a name, it just got numbers listed on the grave.

iii.

Years later

    I was feeling depressed and went on a walk. I saw a beautiful garden of orchids dancing in the sunlight and smiled. The more I looked at the garden, the more I felt relaxed and I was no longer depressed. I decided to walk over to the garden and when I got there, I noticed something. Underneath all of the orchids, I noticed the grave of a baby with numbers. I looked around surprised because it was the only grave there.

iiii.

I called the baby Orchid. Maybe that name is odd. Without that grave, those Orchids might not of been there and I wouldn't have smiled.

after that I wondered if  the mother had felt the same way that I did about her baby

I walked home with so many questions unanswered 

                                                          and I started thinking about my destiny

I went back out on the streets and just walked, remaining deep in thought 

and I forgot that I was supposed to work that day