I remember my little girl's first day at school. Her hand held tightly to mine. I knew she would not let go easily. Then she looked at me in a sad way, while her little eyes filled with tears. 

I remember bending my knees, supporting my arms on my leg, and contemplating that tearful look, then I told her just one thing:

- "If you feel afraid or lonely, look out the living room window"

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New York 1998

Seven Christmases had passed since that cold night the little girl was left in the orphanage.

And there she was, putting her imagination to work, like all children her age. She was free to dream, and nothing could stop her, even if it did not come true...

It was those same silent and simple eyes towards the school gate imagining a beautiful couple entering; first the man, with a trimmed beard and elegant clothes, accompanied by a tall woman, with big wavy hair like hers, and red lips the color of the beautiful dress. They smiled as they walked toward him. But at a certain point, they stopped and held out their hands as an invitation for a hug.

A faint smile opened on their little lips, and their gaze fixed on the teacher a few meters away. The beautiful woman he had always imagined had the same hair as her, and the same smile.

His imagination gave shape and life to his parents, even hope of finding them and running into their arms.

Everything dissipated like the cloud scattered by the wind, when that shrill voice interrupted her sweet thoughts:

- Look Morgan, the orphan is wearing that silly smile again - said one of the three girls who were approaching.

Morgan; the girl with the clean clothes revealed all her contempt and pride through that cold and calculating look, while analyzing the crumpled clothes of her rival.

She, on the other hand, kept her gaze fixed behind the golden locks of hair on her face.

This was the difficult part of living in an orphanage, she had to compete for the young Medelin's attention with the other children, especially when it was time to go to school.

From the age of seven she decided to comb and tie her long hair all by herself. It was not an easy task, and most of the time she gave up, but young Medelin taught her how to make a beautiful braid, and to complete it she added the red cap. However, there were the unruly strands on her face, and some outside the braid, receiving all the prestige of her rival.

 Morgan slid her hands over her hair, as if it were messy, until she touched the beautiful cocke perfectly fitted with a red bow:

- What are you thinking orphan?

She turned to the girl with a look full of hatred.

Slowly her eyebrows took shape, lowering closer to her eyes.

- Daddy told me you don't have any parents. That's why it's like this. - said Morgan with a glance at her hair.

- Yes, I do! - he answered.

- Then why don't they come and get you? - asked another girl a few steps behind her companion.

- It's because they left," Morgan added with a defiant look, bringing her hands to her slender waist.

That feeling of uncertainty and hatred exploded like Christmas fireworks. Without thinking of the consequences, she jumped on the girl's neck, knocking her to the wet grass. The two of them rolled until the girl's hairdo fell apart as she pulled her hair, drawing screams from the girl.

The two around her and other children gathered to watch the fight, until the teacher came rushing in to break it up.

Her hands were firmly gripping Morgan's black hair, but hearing the teacher's firm voice, she let go, giving her the opportunity to get her off the girl.

- Clara started it teacher," Morgan shouted as she was helped by her friends.

The enraged little girl kept her hands clasped, and started on her rival again, but this time the teacher held back:

- Stop them both! - said with all authority - Everyone back to class! - but the teacher held Clara's hand.

So everyone left the schoolyard, leaving only her and the teacher.

With that sweet look in her eyes, she crouched in front of the girl:

- What happened Clara? - the teacher's hands were lightly holding the girl's arms, who continued to walk rudely towards the classroom.

- She said I'm an orphan, and my parents left me. But, that's a lie, they just... - Words failed her...

- I get it... But you mustn't pay any attention to that, my dear," said the woman, wiping the tears from her small pink cheeks.

- But they're right? - commented Clara, "I'm an orphan...

The teacher took the little red cap that lay among the grass in the courtyard, and removed the little bits of earth and weeds. Her eyes met Clara's again.

- Can I tell you a secret? - she said in a whisper.

Clara nodded, with a scattered look.

The woman with the gentle look in her eyes, tucked the cap over the girl's golden hair, and tucked some of the stray strands behind her ears, so that she could see Clara's little face.

- Some people don't know, but you have a father just like I do...

- Do I? - she asked, revealing a curious tone. - What is he like? What does he do? Does he come for me?

- Our Father created everything, from the highest mountains to the lowest valleys, the birds, the animals, the trees, you, me? The parents of your classmates. - replied the teacher, touching her chin, raising her eyes skyward. - Even He who created the heavens...

After a few seconds the girl lowered her gaze towards the teacher again:

- Who is he? - Her tone of voice still showed doubt - Will he come for me?

- He is God... The Creator of all this. And He doesn't have to come and get you at the end of class, do you know why?

- No... - replied in a soft tone of voice while shaking her head negatively.

- Because He is here inside," the teacher rested her hand on the little girl's heart, "caring for you, listening to you, and loving you," she said, holding out her arms, "more than our parents could ever love.

- Is that so? - But how can I see it and play with it?

- You can feel it inside - replied the teacher with a smile - Every time you feel fear, sadness, anger? Close your eyes until you hear your heart beat, and at that same moment, imagine Dad walking until he gets to where you are. Talk to Him, just like we are doing now...

- But what does He look like?

- Well, He can be tall, short, brown, or white? It's up to your imagination... - She let out a sigh and again that smile appeared on her lips - He is your best Friend, and the most amazing Father you could ever have...

- But the girls said I'm an orphan, so will he adopt me?

- Of course he will my little angel, for He is the Father of orphans...

The teacher took out a beautiful pendant in the shape of a cross, and fastened it around Clara's neck.

- Every time you look at this pendant, remember that you have a Father who loves you very much.

- So I have a Daddy! - said Clara, throwing it around her teacher's shoulders with all her joy.

- Yes, my little angel, you do. - The teacher returned the warm hug full of affection.

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On that first day of school for my little girl, I told her that if she felt lonely, to look out the classroom window.

Yes, I was outside the school waving, and I stayed there until I found her little green eyes full of life, running towards me...

I as a parent stood outside, but the father of the orphans would be with her inside the room, and thinking about it, brought me complete security...