The Battle for Freedom

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   It all started when I was a little baby. It was in New York City and my dad was no where to be found. I was stuck with my mom, at least for a few days. It was on a late Friday night when my mother left me for dead. Why you ask? It was because of my looks.
   The left side of my face looked horrible. My left eye was blood red instead of the normal white of a regular person. I had no left cheek to connect to my mouth. My teeth bare along with some muscle and tissue. My hair was a regular coal black and my eye color was a deep shade of red.
   A man who looked to be in his fourties found me in the alley way my mom left me in. He wore this gas mask that had the colors of black, white, and gray. On the holes where he breathed was the toxic symbols on each side. Only his mouth was covered, so, I could see his crisp light blue eyes. I cried at the sight of him but when I looked into his beautiful eyes, I stopped crying and kept staring at him.
   He picked me up carefully and tried to cover me up in his black jacket that he was wearing because it was in the middle of winter. I became warm and felt cozy. Soon after I thought why would he take me in? Why would he show me kindness and love? As I fell asleep in his arms, I knew I would be safe and have a safe home to grow up in.
   He hummed a sweet lullaby to me as I slept. Pretty soon, we got to this old wear house that was still in tact. He laid me down in a crate with a pillow and a  black blanket. I got comfortable and happily slept. I heard him lay down on a hammock and keep humming this wonderful tune. Soon, he fell asleep and stopped humming the lullaby. I have found a home.