*Zerraya's POV*
I woke up to Diana's screams of another nightmare. I lied there for a minute, hoping Mother Teresa would help. When the only sounds were the other girls screaming for her to shut up, I sat up and walked over to her. I laid next to her on her bed, which creaked and groaned from the weight that it barely held. .
"Lil' Dee. Wake up." I said, slowly shaking her. She jumped, and turned to me. Tears in her eyes. I sighed, and held her close. She sniffled. But laid silently. "Same nightmare, again, Lil' Dee?" She nodded. I sighed.
"Zerraya?" She asked, which came out more like zerr-why-uh. But, I smiled anyways.
"Hm?" I asked.
"Can you sing for me?" I laughed quietly. Making sure not to wake the others.
"Sure. What do you want to hear?" She thought about it.
"The meadow one." She said. I smiled.
"But I sing it every night." I said.
"Its the only one I can fall asleep too." I laughed again, and smiled.
"Oh, alright." I took a deep breath.
Little eyes
Little ears
Little hands
Little feet
Running through a meadow so bright
So peaceful
So warm
Lay your head
You sweet, sweet, sweet child
For when you wake, the sun shall return
The day is fading
And night is awaking
There's a land for you
So peaceful, and true
That's made just for you
But, you must sleep
And dream
Dream of a world
Not so dark, anymore
I looked down at Diana. She was snoring softly. I smiled.
Dream of a world. Not so dark, anymore.
I sang quietly to myself. I heard several snores coming from around the room. And I laughed slightly.
"Good night."

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I woke up curled up next to Diana. The sun was shining in my eyes. And my back ached from the uncomfortable bed springs, poking out from the weak mattress. I sighed, and put on my work clothes. Which consisted of a pair of worn out boots, and a rubber band to pull my hair back. I looked at our broken mirror. My hair was tangled. And my clothes were ragged. I sighed. And grabbed my basket of jewelry that are handmade by us girls, ready for selling. I looked over at Diana, who was sleeping peacefully. I walked over, kissed her forehead gently, and walked out of the room. I walked down the hall, passing the snoring Mother Teresa. I slowly walked to the door, stepping out into the warm, spring air. I walked down the streets, passing crowds of people, heading to work.
"Jewelry for sale!" I called. "Handmade jewelry!" People walked pass me, rather on their cell phones or just ignoring me completely. "Jewelry!" I yelled. But no one listened. I sighed. Another unsuccessful sale day, today. I predicted in my mind. I could already see the hurt in the girls faces when I showed them the still full basket. I kept walking, though. Determined to sell enough for our weekly meal. "Jewelry!"

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I was walking back to the orphanage, another day bitten by the dust of an unsuccessful sale. The sun was setting. And the air grew colder. I could feel the hate that would soon be aimed my way. The guilt of going to bed, feeling pounds of guilt. I stopped by the steps that led to the orphanage. And sat down. What am I supposed to tell them today? Will they even listen?
"Hello. My name is Zayn." A man said. I looked up. He had dark brown hair, and seemed kind. And awfully familiar. "This is my wife, Perrie." I smiled. She smiled back. I looked at the basket.
"Would you like to buy some jewelry?" I asked, hopeful. "They're handmade." They smiled. And peered inside.
"They're beautiful, Zayn. Just look at them!" She exclaimed.
"Whatever you'd like, dear." He said. My heart melted. They must have a child at home. Or at a friends. They just seem like perfect parents. She smiled. And chose the necklace Diana made. She showed the necklace to Zayn. He helped her place it around her neck. "Perfect." He told her as she turned to show him. He got out a wallet, and shuffled through his wallet.
"Its only a dollar." I said. He gave me a questioning look.
"This must be worth more than a dollar. Here. I have plenty more where that came from." He said, handing me a bill. I looked at it, admiring the look of it. I gasped when I realized its worth.
"Thank you, sir!" I exclaimed. He smiled.
"What is your name?" He asked, smiling. His wife, Perrie, sat next to him, smiling a warm smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"My name is Zerraya." They looked at each other, as if my name had triggered a memory. A long distance memory that was supposed to be closed for good.

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