The Orphan Child

The Beginning

I heard a knock on the door. As I opened it I saw nothing but the dark and silent night. I stumbled upon a basket and in it I heard the faint cry of a baby.
It was a baby girl. She was small. Too small for her age which was to be unknown. A mere few days would be my guess and a very good one at that.

I took her inside. She was wrapped in a blanket. Thin, small and light-weight at that. I picked her up. She was as light as the blanket. Small yet very precious.

I noticed something different about this child. Her lips. They were somehow tucked into her nose socket. Little did I know that later that special need would be known as cleft-lip and palate. Though her outer appearance was different than most, her heart was better than most.

Though I had been with this baby only a few minutes, I could already tell that we would get along very well. Very well indeed.