chapter 1 : Abandoned for the better

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salam! hey to everyone! Here is my first, very first story. I'm excited! I'd love if you read this first chapter and tell me how you found it, good or not, just comment!

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 "I love you" she whispered, wiped her tears away and stopped to look at the baby in the cradle.

 " really do"

 The night was dark, obliging its dark silence. Only the rain dared interrupting it with its heavy rain drops. The streets lamps were forming a vivid circle of light contrasting with the darkness of the night.

 No one was out this late in the night except a young woman who was running in a dark street outside New York.

The young woman looked at the clock, out of breath and headed in a dirt road. She strode along the street and hurried. Only her footsteps and her jerky breathing could be heard at such a late hour.

There was no one in the street only that young woman half running under the rain.

 She couldn’t help glancing at her baby sometimes, to make sure she wasn’t awake. But the little baby was still asleep. She tried not to look at her again but she couldn’t help. The girl had pale-blond hair with some auburn locks here and there. Typically her father she thought. Her usual green eyes were closed peacefully not aware of what was going on. Her little rose lips were like a beautiful little rose, patiently waiting for the morning to open up.

Soon enough the woman saw the gate of the main building, she opened it slowly and made her way to the door of the castle.

So this is where her daughter will have all her firsts, she thought. She stopped in front of the door, out of breath. She took some deep breaths and looked around her to make sure no one have seen her.

The woman hesitated a moment before she put the cradle, where the baby was, on the floor. She arranged a last time, the baby’s clothes and touched the bracelet around her tiny wrist.

 "ood bye baby Karen” she said in a soft voice.

She wiped her tears away, for the hundredth time and knocked twice on the main door. She hid as quickly as possible behind a pillar and waited for someone to open the door.

She knew someone will take care of her daughter better than her. People here were known for their kindness. She waited patiently behind the pillar. She, at least wanted to see, who’ll to take care of her daughter. But no one came at her big misfortune. She returned to the door and knocked louder and returned to her hiding place.

Her face was wet because of the rain and also because of the tears. Her blond hair was wet and in a mess, a lock of hair fell in her forehead. Her hands were shaking and she could burst into tears in any moment now.

Suddenly, the door opened slowly, and a young woman stood by the door frame. She had a grey headscarf draped around her hair.

"an I help? Who is it?"said the woman with a sleepy voice.

She suddenly saw the cradle and approached it quietly, her eyes widened. She bent down slowly and removed the little blanket in the cradle. She whispered something in a foreign language and took the baby in her arms.

All the time, the young woman watched the scene without a word but with tears in her eyes. After all what happened to her, she had to face the reality of her life, she couldn’t raise her daughter.

When she dared looking another time, she saw the woman, holding the baby, cradling her while looking around her. All of a sudden, the baby woke up and looked at the woman. Her little green eyes opened and her mother could see her eyes for the last time.

A little smile spread on her lips but she had to go before she realizes she has left.

She looked at the green gate she passed by. A wooden panel was hung on it, and was written with a stylish elegant writing: The Zahra’s orphanage.

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