" My mother taught me everything except how to live without her "

The light of dawn seeped into my room. I rubbed my bleary eyes and smiled looking out of the window. I woke up early on my own, Mumma will be proud of me.
I walked to my parents bedroom and saw my father caressing my mother's baby bump. Papa says I am going to have a little Sister soon.
Papa sensed my presence and took me to bed. Mumma smooched my face with kisses and exclaimed " how come my baby is up so early?" making me giggle.
" I am a big boy now, I can wake up early than everyone in the house" I said proudly

Papa and Mumma started tickling me " oh my big boy"
"stop , stop" I spoke between my laughter.
Mumma kissed my forehead and Papa took me in a hug and exclaimed " You will always be a little boy for us " 

"Mumma when will my sister come ?" I asked her as I also want a sibling just like my friends.
" Baby she will come soon but now its time for you to go to school. Go papa will give you a bath and get you ready"
"Mumma I want to eat pasta in lunch"
" Ok baby when you come back home you will have your pasta specially made by Mumma. Now go get ready "
I jumped on Papa and He took me to the bathroom and gave me a bath while I enjoyed playing with ducks and bubbles.
Papa got me ready and I went to school. I was waiting for the driver to take me back home as the school was over but the driver never came. My teacher who knew my father dropped me at home.

Rushing inside the house I was met with the sight I can never forget. Our house was on fire and all guards and workers were running to stop the fire. Even the cops and ambulance was there.
 My feet stopped on its own when two cops brought the lifeless body of my mother. I ran towards her and clutched my Mumma's hands with my small hands.
" Mumma wake up Mumma"
" Mumma I am back home"
" Mumma I am here "
" Mumma I will wake up early daily pls talk to me"
" Mumma " 
I cried harder but she never woke up.
Everyone grabbed me back and took my Mumma to the hospital.
As if the pain was not enough, I saw my father whose face was not visible due to being completely burnt. With shaky hands I cupped his face and called him.
" Papa wake up "
" Papa I am scared"
" Papa ask Mumma to talk to me"
" Papa"
I kept crying and calling him but he didn't wake up.
They took him in a different ambulance and I also went to the hospital with them.
I was waiting for my parents in the hospital hallway while keeping my fingers crossed. Mumma once told me if I ask for something from God while keeping my fingers crossed all of my wishes will come true.
Mumma lied. I lost both my parents to God. Mumma lied to me .

He was sent to the orphanage as his only living family i.e. His chacha- chachi were in London.
The cops sent the news of Avyansh's parent demise to them but unfortunately they could not get any flight to India before 6 days.
He was sent to the orphanage for six days as there was nobody to take care of a little boy.

I feel like I am waiting for something that is not going to happen.
Everyday I wake up I think everything was a dream but suddenly I remember the harsh reality of my Mumma and Papa being gone to God.
Living in the orphanage is so bad and painful. One day some kids asked me to play football with them. I was so sad thinking about my Mumma and Papa I ignored them unintentionally so they kicked me just like a football until I  started coughing blood. The head warden simply cleaned my face and threatened me to not tell anyone about it.
That day I cried to sleep thinking " Mumma- Papa why did you take my sister with you and left me all alone here?"
Every night I receive death notes under my pillow written with blood.
" YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE WITH YOUR PARENTS. YOUR DEATH IS COMING"

Mumma - Papa I am scared pls come back to me . I will not do any mischief and will take care of my sister pls come back.

After the 3rd note I stopped sleeping scared someone will come and harm me while I am asleep . Instead all night I cried and asked god to end this nightmare.
I received the 4th note when I went to take a bath , It had pictures of my Papa's burnt face. 
I instantly rushed to the washroom to empty the bile risen in my throat seeing the picture but someone pushed me on my way. I puked on the floor and the head warden made me sleep inside the washroom as punishment. 
I banged the door and begged them to open it as the darkness was scaring me but no one opened the door.
Mumma always kept a lamp lit in my room whenever I slept. I miss my Mumma.

I want to tell someone about the notes but I am scared what if I  get another punishment like this.
" Papa I want to hug you? where are you ? "
I cried and kept yelling at them to open the door .

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