My silver Lining (revised)

My silver Lining (revised)

I can remember, I was only eight when it happened. I was at home with a babysitter when there was a loud thumping knock on the door. I had rushed to the door, opening it only to find a large figure in a black suit standing on my porch. He had told me something I didn't want to believe. He tried to take me away, but when I insisted on waiting for my parents he waited. They never came home.
After that, the next two years passed in a blur, but I do remember one thing clearly. It was two years after my parents had died, I still believed they would come and collect me; I was foolish. The lady who owned the orphanage, Mary, had always told me when I was blue that there was a silver lining to everyone's life and every time she told me this I would run off into a corner and sulk muttering under my breath,
" Who would want to adopt me? I'm not cute, or smart, I have no special talents."
One day while I was in the corner sulking a girl, who looked about my age came and sat down next to me. With a huge grin on her face she cheerfully said,
" My name is Jane, what's yours?"
" My name is Emily," I replied still sobbing. Jane helped me get to me feet, and then dried my eyes. When I had looked like I hadn't been crying anymore she said,
"You can be my friend if you like, I come here regularly with my parents when they drop off food."
Now that I had cheered up a bit I replied, " I would love to be your friend Jane."
That was the start of our beautiful friendship. Jane came to visit every second day, and when we were together, anyone who didn't know us could have mistaken us for sisters.
If she wanted to play dolls, we would, and if I wanted to dress up we would move onto that. When she had to leave she would always say,
" I'll be back, um, the day after tomorrow." This had always made me laugh because she could never remember what day it was.
As time went on Jane's visit became less regular because she was busy with her friends around her neighborhood, little did I know Jane was secretly begging her parents to come in and adopt me.
One summer's day when I was eleven, I remember Jane emerging from a mountain of children with a gigantic smile on spread across her face. When she reached me she didn't say a word, but she grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me off in the direction of the adoption office.
" It couldn't be?" I had thought to myself. It was. Jane had managed to persuade her parents to adopt me. After they had filled out all the paper work, we went to an ice-cream parlor for an ice cream. While licking away at her ice cream, she decided we should plant some plants in celebration of my adoption. So, on the way to my new home we stopped at a garden store where Jane and I got to pick a packet of seeds to plant. I chose a packet of roses; Jane chose a packet of gardenias. We watched and waited, and waited and watched for our flowers to bloom.
One morning Jane and I had come out early in the morning to water our beloved flowers. While we were filling up our watering cans, the leaves on my flower started to slowly uncurl, as did Jane's gardenias. We dropped our watering cans and ran over to our flowers to watch the rest of this natural wonder happen. Jane's gardenias were the most majestic I had ever seen. As for my roses, there were delicate silver rims placed on each petal. My mind wandered back to what Mary had told me, "Everyone's life has a silver lining." In my mind I knew it was true my roses, and my new family were mine.