0 Celsius: To thaw a frozen heart novel Chapter 27

Boulevard of broken dreams

My childhood was the one every other child dreamed of.

I never longed for anything neither did any of my demands were left unfulfilled.

Result of it being that I never grew up to be greedy.

When all your wishes get satisfied you no longer aspire for more and more.

You learn contend.

And that's what my parents desired me to be like.

Humble, sweet, understanding ,down to earth and a perfect gentleman.

A man who has strength of character.

Power of words

And heart of emotions.

A man who doesn't class people instead treat rich and poor equally.

And may be that was one of the reasons I Alessandro Romano fell madly in love with a poor orphan girl.

Who had nothing

No status, no riches ,no family name.

Nothing but a pure soul, a bright smile and golden heart.

Good looks backed by bank balance no doubt made large share of girls attracted towards me.

But those girls were nothing like her or so I thought.

She was different from all those I ever met before.

Different in an intriguing manner.

And now I know why she was like that.

While others were fake diamonds she was the real one who suffered the hardest blows of life to be perfectly cut to reflect back light.

5 th July

2004

Dear diary

I am feeling very lonely so I decided to talk to you.

Diary am I very ugly?

Today the children at my orphanage again bullied me.

They said I was so ugly that my parents decided to discard me in a bin.

They said they will not let me play with them as they didn't want to touch shit that came out of a bin.

I wanted to cry....but I didn't

I learned how to control my tears.

But not for much longer

I cried a lot when I came to my room.

Maybe they are right...

I am ugly

But I can't change it right...

I have to accept it.

I watched them play with the dolls...

I also wanted a doll for me so I went to the head ma'am.

She scolded me by saying that she was filling my stomach... wasn't that enough ...

Ungrateful kid was what she called me.

So with a heavy heart and suppressed desire I remained silent.

But then a miracle happened.

At the backside of the building while I was roaming around my eyes caught a glimpse of a dolls face in a box.

Gathering enough courage I opened the box to see discarded material in it.

The doll I found was broken

It's arm was not there and her leg was broken.

But luckily I found the broken arm lying in the box

I pulled out the doll and fixed it with glue.

The joints from where it was broken were visible but I covered it with a beautiful dress I myself stiched.

So in short I got my own doll.

A very beautiful one with blonde hair and green eyes.

Right now she is here in my lap as I am writing.

She is my first and most special possession and I will name it miracle.

So diary meet miracle...my first and last doll...my one and only toy.

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16January

2005

dear diary

Today again a family came.

They took Jasmine along.

They are her new mom and dad.

All the children with me have found new mom and dad

Then why haven't I?

Am I not good enough?

Am I a bad child...but I never hurt anyone...

Did I do something wrong?

I must have that's why I am getting a punishment

Right diary?

No one here loves me..

They say I don't deserve love.

But why diary?

Why don't I?

I must be really ugly

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15 December

2006

Hi diary...sorry I didn't got to write

Actually I was very busy....

They make me work till my head starts exploding.

No one comes to my help

Instead they chat around as I do their work.

But at least they don't hurt me now.

They just ignore me and it's better than getting hated by them I guess.

As I was cleaning the dishes they were talking about their boyfriends.

One said her boyfriend kissed her and they all looked very excited about it.

She was blushing and her level of happiness could not be compared.

She was ecstatic beyond words.

I wondered how it felt to kissed.

Would I blush like she is blushing...would I feel all that what she is talking about.

Did I deserved someone who will do all this for me?

This was just a wishful thinking and I can't even afford to think about it.

After all who will kiss a trash like me.

I am sure he will be disgusted by my touch let alone my kiss.

They are calling me again to wash the dishes...bye

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18 September

2010

I am leaving my home..