marvel monster

Chapter Angel Orphanage

1989, Los Angeles. .shung

Affected by the monsoon, Los Angeles was extremely hot this year.

There was not a single cloud in the blue sky, and the only thing there was was the hot sea breeze.

On the cracked asphalt road, accompanied by the roar of the gas tank, a black Dodge Challenger stopped.

Next to it is a gray-white wall covered with green vines. A brown-black wooden board is nailed to the wall with iron nails. Through a few green leaves, the two words "angel orphanage" can be vaguely seen.

This is an orphanage that is about to close. The director is a seventy-five-year-old white woman named Samantha. She likes to wear a long green skirt and a washed white shirt.

My favorite pastime on weekdays is to pour myself a glass of red wine that costs US$4.8 a bottle to the classic music of the s, and wait for the cookies in the oven to the rhythm of my fingertips.

Whenever the music played, a smile appeared on Mrs. Samantha's face involuntarily.

A child asked her why she was smiling.

Instead of saying anything, Mrs. Samantha would kiss her children on the cheek and tell them that when they grew up, she would tell them this secret.

Therefore, the children in Angel Orphanage always hope to grow up quickly.

But alas, that was all a few years ago.

Three years ago, there were dozens of children in Angel Orphanage. Relying on social donations and her own savings over the years, although it was a bit difficult, Mrs. Samantha was like a fighter who would never be knocked down.

She is tenacious, hard-working, full of enthusiasm and smile every day, and she takes care of dozens of children with % love.

Suffering cannot defeat her. This is a great woman. Although she is not strong, she can fight against fate like a giant.

She proved that no one can beat her.

But alas, illness can.

Mid-stage liver cancer is not an incurable disease in modern society, but in this era, in Los Angeles in 1986, for an old director who ran a private orphanage, this medical record was no less than a death notice.

It’s not that Angel Orphanage can’t continue to operate, nor is it closing down because of poor management.

Just a few decades of operation have already integrated Mrs. Samantha and the orphanage. Without Mrs. Samantha, the Angel Orphanage is like a body without a soul.

Is there anyone in this world who is like her and willing to share the kindness in her heart?

Yes, but Mrs. Samantha is not sure whether she can find that person with the time she has left in this impetuous society.

So starting three years ago, children from the orphanage were taken away one after another.

Today, Angel Orphanage, except for Mrs. Samantha.

There was only one child left named Naginitang.

This is an Asian boy, six years old this year. This child is smart, beautiful, and very sensible.

What are the shortcomings of this child?

That is the other person’s Asian identity. In Los Angeles, discrimination against people of color has never stopped.

If you insist on being picky, find another flaw in this child?

That is, this child is relatively thin, and compared with his peers, he does not appear strong and healthy enough.

In fact, the last child in the Angel Orphanage should not be Naginitang, but another little Asian girl named Daisy Johnson.

That is also a beautiful child, but Daisy is obviously not as smart and sensible as Naginitang.

It's just because Naginitang was "sick" yesterday.

Mrs. Samantha had no choice but to send Daisy away.

Although, that couple is more inclined towards the excellent Naginitang.

But the cute Daisy seems to be pretty good too. After all, Asians’ IQs are recognized around the world as being excellent.

Lady Samantha knew Naginitang's little tricks.

Get ill?

Don't make trouble, although Naginitang is not strong, his physique is not as bad as imagined, and if it were not for Naginitang's "sickness", Daisy would most likely stay in the orphanage.

After all, she is not smart, and she is an Asian. Apart from being pretty, she is almost useless.

This made Mrs. Samantha very happy, and at the same time she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

In the small kitchen, Mrs. Samantha wiped the sweat from her forehead. In the hot Los Angeles, the rotating oven in the kitchen made the seventy-five-year-old Mrs. Samantha feel tired. Fortunately, the classic black music of the s was in her ears. Vinyl records.

She poured herself a glass of red wine. Logically speaking, liver cancer patients should not drink alcohol.

But she doesn't care.

In fact, Mrs. Samantha has never been to the hospital even once since she was diagnosed with liver cancer three years ago.

She knew that her road was about to come to an end, but she did not panic or despair. Mrs. Samantha was very calm. She regarded every day as the last day of her life.

Although the clothes are cheap and the embroidered beauty in her youth is now full of wrinkles, she is very calm.

At the same time, on the second floor of the Angel Orphanage, Naginitang, who had been lying on the canopy bed for a day and a night, opened his eyes at this moment.

who I am? Where do I come from? Where am I going?

The three ultimate philosophical questions of idealism made Naginitang look confused.

There are two memories in my mind, one is that of a six-year-old Asian boy, and the other is that of a thirty-one-year-old Oriental man.

The Asian boy has been without parents since he was a child. In his memory, it was an orphanage director named Mrs. Samantha who took him in and took care of him.

He respected her and loved her very much. In the boy's eyes, Mrs. Samantha was his only relative.

The thirty-one-year-old oriental man is a successful man. He is very lucky, as if he was kissed by the goddess of luck at birth.

Growing up, he was not outstanding, but he was always slightly better than ordinary people.

The academic performance is like this, the ability to make friends is like this, the university graduation is like this, and the work situation is like this.

Even the parents are healthier than other parents, and the children are smarter than the children of other colleagues.

He's every little bit better than everyone else, but all together?

He is not rich and does not have much power, but he is the truly happy kind and is envied by countless people!

The two memories merge into each other.

It was impossible to tell who had replaced whom, and who had devoured whom.

In short, after a long fusion of one day and one night, this body named Naginitang fused and absorbed the two memories, and finally formed a whole with the body.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Samantha walked in, holding an iron tray with Naginitang's favorite finger biscuits in her hand.

Ladyfingers are a very common Western biscuit that almost every housewife makes in this day and age.

But not many do it well. Mrs. Samantha is not American, she is of American-Italian descent, and Italy is the birthplace of finger biscuits.

The finger biscuits she baked were crispy and soft, like dry sponge bread, and very sweet.

This has always been a favorite of all the children at Angel Orphanage.

Looking at Naginitang, his eyes were crinkling with laughter because of the sweetness of the biscuits.

A flash of love flashed in Mrs. Samantha's eyes. She used her fingers covered with age spots and wrinkles to wipe away the cookie crumbs from the corners of Naginitang's mouth:

"Also, there's no need to eat in such a hurry, it's all yours, drink the milk."

A small glass with about 15 pounds of milk in it.

Naginitang took a sip. The sweet finger biscuits and milk were mixed to form a wonderful taste. In Naginitang's memory, this was the delicacy of the world.

Putting down the milk glass, Naginitang subconsciously thought of a delicate face one year younger than himself. A flash of thought flashed in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, where is Daisy?"

Daisy and Naginitang are the only two Asians in the Angel Orphanage. They have a very good relationship, or in other words, Daisy and Naginitang have a very good relationship.

Although they are both Asians, unlike Daisy who is withdrawn and rebellious, the skinny Naginitang has an enviable affinity by nature, and he can chat with everyone in the orphanage.

Mrs. Samantha couldn't help but feel a flash of guilt in her eyes, and she looked at Naginitang's young face.