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{ F L A S H B A C K }

"Good luck, Luke." The nurse whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead. "I wish you the best of childhoods to come." She smiled down as he reached his small hands out to touch her cheeks.

Her eyes began to glaze over, and so, with one last kiss to his head, she handed him to the plump little lady with a joyous smile.

"I'll take good care of him, Eileen." Miss. Saran told the nurse. "I give you my word."

The nurse sniffled. "I know."
And with such anguish and sorrow in her heart, it was that she turned and left the orphanage / adoption centre.

Miss. Saran grinned down at the small baby boy, gently holding him until she took him into the nursery and set him down in a small cot.

"Rest well, dear." She sighed, watching the baby as he drifted to sleep.

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