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12-year-old Alina: “I practically didn’t go to school”
We continue to tell the stories of children from Voronezh orphanages who need parental love and really want to be part of a family.
Newspaper "MOE!" Together with the Voronezh regional charitable public organization "Obshchye Deti" we are implementing the social project "Mom, Dad, I'm here!" Within the framework of the project, with the support of the government and the Ministry of Social Protection of the Voronezh Region, the stories of children who want to reunite with their families will be published.
Alina, 12 years old. Dad died, and mom was deprived of parental rights. The girl is very active, performs at all events, studies vocals and choreography.
I am back inside the orphanage on Ostrogozhskaya Street. The first to enter was Alina, a girl in a cartoon-print dress with two funny little ponytails. When she was a baby, she had a family: her parents and an older brother. Then their father passed away, and only the three of them remained. Alcoholism has driven many parents away from their children. It took with Alina the closest person – her mother.
At the age of seven the girl went to first grade. In fact, I had not attended classes for a long time.
"I hardly went to school because no one woke us up, and we woke up." Mom went to work in the evening and came home for dinner. My brother and I stayed home all the time. He cooked and fed me, and Mom washed the dishes or cleaned.
I ask her how she remembers her mother. Alina recalls their conversation and how her mother tried to take care of her and her brother. He has no bad memories, except that her mother agreed to give them to an orphanage...
Now Alina communicates with her brother via SMS, but these messages are rare. This thin thread connecting loving hearts could break at any moment, but for now it would only break Alina's heart.
It's scary that the girl doesn't remember her childhood. Only fragments: how she met her grandmother, who is no longer alive, went to see her godmother, but eventually stopped communicating with Alina. Until she was 6 or 7, her most vivid memories were of trips to the park. There I ate cotton candy and pretended to be a cat, and my mother laughed. Alina shared her dream. I want to sincerely talk to my new family and feel loved. And you won't even need cotton candy...