After 1pm

There were a lot of smiling faces around us.
They sat beside us with compassion and love. They wiped our tears. They laughed when we laughed. They shared their meal with us. Sang for us and gave us gifts.
When they reached at 10 am, we could not mingle with them. But soon they stole our hearts. By noon we became like a family. Joy and laughter all around.

Then the clock struck 1.
They all began to pack up hurriedly. They were too busy doing it, even to look at us. We tried to talk to them. But they did not. They did not even smile. They seemed as if they were in the wrong place. They finished packing within seconds.
They said good bye to the orphanage's manager. They drove away to their next destination, a water theme park.

Now, they're gone...
We're left behind, now by them too...
And now, after 1pm, everything in this orphanage is same as they were before 10 am.
It's pale, colourless, as the lives of the inmates like me.