The Lost Kid

Chapter 1, The Rejection

In London,England 1998,
Mr and Mrs Smith had always dreamt about having a baby boy. They were going to name him George Anderson Isaac Smith. However when it came to the point that Mrs Smith was going to have a child, they were disappointed to discover that it was a girl. She had red curly hair, freckles and a birth-mark on her shoulder, which looked like a juggling stick-man. Mr and Mrs Smith had made a lot of plans and sacrifices revolving around their baby boy. So this little girl to them was not what parents would say "oh, she's precious. My little princess is an angel", but more like "ugh, what a pain! ". So that day they took the nameless disappointment into a busy market filled with crowds of people, shoppers, spectators, traders and sellers and left her behind one of the brown plain carts reserved for advertising. Later that day a policeman was walking past inspecting the shops, only to find that a crying little girl, clearly abandoned, was laying there on the dusty road. He picked up the girl and tried looking for the rightful owner of this infant. After a long day of asking people, he gave up and took her to the orphanage. Mrs Debonair, the owner of THE ORPHANAGE PLACE was astonished at the fact of how many children were getting abandoned these days, as the policeman explained how he found her. Mrs Debonair took the little one in to her cot and clothed her with a fluffy pink and white shirt with blue soft pants. The other children at the orphanage were much older than her. So she remained alone unless Mrs Debonair wasn't calling clients or managing her weekend business. That night was a windy night, with heavy rainfall and freezing temperatures. Mrs Debonair had forgotten to close the windows and turn on the heater in the little girl's room. Clearly the baby had an awful night. The very next morning a petite, slightly older lady dressed in a green blouse, a white blazer, a jade(ruby green) pencil skirt and white high-heels came to the orphanage. Her name was Mrs Blanchard, she lived just down the road from the orphanage and was looking for a little girl to take home with her. The specific kind of girl she wanted was one with red hair and freckles. What a coincidence! Mrs Debonair showed Mrs Blanchard the little girl and told her she was nameless and would rather wait for her to get adopted before she was given a name. Mrs Blanchard was delighted at the fact that she could name her. But of course she'd have to adopt her first, which is exactly what she did.