Chaos;duh

I can feel chaos is coming. I have felt it my whole life, and now, I can sense them reaching for me, to bite, to have a taste of my blood, to be drunk by it. The mosquitoes are dangerous creatures; this might not sound as scary as it is, but it is scary. It is a danger for me. I who have never known wealth, I who have never known a full stomach, I who have never known how it would feel to get medication when you are ill, I have never known life other than surviving. The man upstairs definitely gave me this gift because I'm a survivor, or maybe I am a survivor because I have this gift. Some may argue that this might not be a gift, constantly looking behind your back, being wary of people, but I love it. Oh, joyous existence!

Picture this: I'm an orphan, so I get the unique privilege of having no family to go home to. But wait, there's more! I'm also homeless, which means I get to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of sleeping under the stars every single night. Oh, and did I mention I have the incredible superpower of sensing danger? It's just fabulous, really. Who needs stability and security when you can have the thrilling uncertainty of not knowing where your next meal is coming from, all while constantly feeling the impending doom closing in? Ah, the glamorous life of an orphaned, homeless danger-sensing superhero! Sign me up for more of that excitement! As a certified orphan and homeless. Before you ask, yes, they give us a certificate and a cute little badge when we are 18 and leave the orphanage. It has helped a lot. When I say a lot, it has saved my life . One fateful night, as the moon cast its silver glow over the orphanage, I overheard whispers among the caretakers. Dread filled my heart as I realized they planned to send me to a family rumored to be cruel and abusive, their intentions dark and horrific. As the caretakers prepared for the adoption fair, an idea lit her brain. With a confident voice, I said "I'm afraid you'll have to pass a few tests before you can adopt me." The family exchanged confused glances but played along, eager to leave with me in tow. "Of course, dear," the father said, his mustache twitching nervously.

"You must perform an interpretive dance about the importance of broccoli in a balanced diet!"

Everyone looked at me like I had transformed into a pink lizard. Our caretakers, the orphans and the family were stunned to silence.

"Oh, the sheer audacity! Another broccoli anthem? We've endured enough veggie-themed tunes to last a lifetime. Remember the carrot waltz disaster? Or the lettuce cha-cha catastrophe? We're not subjecting ourselves to another vegetable-induced calamity. Let's spare ourselves the embarrassment and stick to music that doesn't involve produce, shall we?" Said Mr Peru ,our caretakers exasperated.

but what can I say, one has to do a lot to save oneself.