At an orphanage in Rockville, Maryland lived several forgotten, traumatized, and extremely youthful children.
Everyday was a battle to be won, and sometimes it wasn't guaranteed that they'd come out the victor.
One day as the Director, Ms. Haslow, left the orphanage for supplies, she spotted a bag hanging on the gate post. Reaching for the bag, she witnessed it shift from the gate in various directions (left, right, upwards, downwards, etc...)
Now, she knew that people were against having an orphanage in the community, and she was heavily concerned that they might go the extremes they've done before and sabotage the orphanage. Fearing that the bag contained a poisonous snake or any other threatening creature, Haslow ran back into the orphanage for assistance.
Leaving the ruffled sheet still dangling from the extra-dimensional, wooden six-foot gate post.
The director soon came back outside, this time whilst wielding a gnarled, humongous, bedazzled baton. She took the long weaponized-stick, and carefully lifted the bag off of the post while the young orphans watched (near the heavyweight front doors) in fear.
Opening the bag, the director peeked inside. Instead of a dangerous snake, the director found a baby... so new-born, that the umbilical cord was still attached.
"Oh my gosh. You're not a monster, are you little one?" Haslow gasped as she reached in with both hands to grab onto the baby. She immediately went to identify the gender of the newly-found orphan.
Immensely audible cries rang through the children's ears as Haslow proceeded to take it inside the residential institution.
However, before she stepped her foot onto the platform leading up to the door, she noticed a slip of paper under the baby's right arm. She began to sound out the letter.
"Fee-bee Mon-row, Phoebe Monroe?" Phoebe started to smile as she heard her name pronounced; she cleared up her tears, and eased the ears of the other children.
The Director, Ms. Haslow continued to walk her inside to prepare her for the rest of her life.
[PRESENT]
[Thompson Hospital, Lakewood, Ohio]
[Twenty-Two Years Later]
Narration: "They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets."
Phoebe, well dressed in a pantsuit, walks towards the front receptionist's desk.
As she approaches, the scowling lady eyes her down.
"Hi, I'm here for an interview with Dr. White. Could you inform me on what room that would be?" Phoebe asks politely, studying her watch for the time. "And if you could move at a faster pace, that would be great." She adds.
The scowling lady begins to type extremely slowly in spite of her. One dust-filled key getting clicked every ten seconds.
Visually annoyed and internally agitated, Phoebe slams her hand onto the desk to make her appearance and aura known.
"Listen, Ms. Reed..." Phoebe's eyes scan her nametag. "I don't have time for whatever game this is, ok? I need to get to this interview and I'm already ten minutes late. So it would be appreciated if you would stop acting like a child and do your damn job." Phoebe practically grimaced out-loud. Numerous geri-chaired, immobile patients were immediately turned outward in response to the loud noise.
"Second floor, left hallway, room seven hundred and three. There you'll find the door to Dr. White's office." Ms. Reed informed Phoebe. "Thank you very much." Phoebe sighed as she attempted to step away.
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