You do not finish a sentence, mom, do not cry what happened? father! Did you go after work to an orphanage or something? You decided in one day to go adopt me.
And my anger gradually began to decline. Father replied, "It did not happen that way. You know that my mother and I had a hard time getting pregnant for years and we always wanted a child of our own, and we even thought of adoption and time passed and the work and the hard life we worked on washed away.
I "give you a cure for a blow" that will come in a few moments and say it will sound weird and strange but please my dear daughter, all I tell you now is truth and only the truth I looked at him with a strange look, as if what could happen now he lowered his eyes and then He looked at me directly and spoke hesitantly ...
At the same time,I finished work"
I was the only one in the building. I left the office. As soon as I reached the exit door of the building, I saw something or someone with a long strange coat and a cape. I did not see him. I had no idea who he was. He did not answer me and I noticed that he was holding the cradle in your crib and I did not understand what he wanted or maybe it was her and I remember hearing in a whisper a man's voice "Look after her like your daughter." I looked at him and said, "Who are you? What do you want?" , He put down the crib and as soon as I got close to him he ran away so fast I chased him through the streets and the rain did not stop and then he disappeared I did not catch him, and I remembered you there in the building I ran fast and I picked you up Strongly I opened the cloths and the big blanket I saw a little blond baby with bright green eyes Smiling at me with a small smile of innocence, and I thought and said it The most beautiful baby I've ever seen A moment before He went on to the next trial I'm stopping him for a minute What's a crib in a straw and somebody weird holding a baby What am I Harry Potter type? , London? Bring a baby? I also love fantasy books, It has nothing to do with reality.
"No, no, Daddy. You're a great inventor."
Maybe you'll write a book and that's it, what's that nonsense?"...Melanie, please", i stopped in order not to get annoyed
and says it's not fiction and not a fairy tale...
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The White rose prophecy
FantasySummary That night again I find myself in the white rose garden with a white dress and a cape over my head walking among the white roses slowly bending over and smelling them only this time something changed in the dream that I look at the white ros...