It was March 19th, 1961. Kansas city at an orphanage called children's Foundation. It was exactly at 8:00 sharp. Miss Hope Hamilton just arrived at work with her freshly made black coffe. As she walks into the building she over heard a thumping and crash noise coming from out side. She sighed hoping it wasn't one if the children trying to scare her.
As her foot steps out side the door she turned passed the rail holding the porch foundation, to see a woman laying on the side of the building, she gasps as she sees a woven basket with torn sheets and blood realizing she just had a new born.
She quickly ran twords the fatigue women. "Ma'am are you ok? I'm hope Hamilton and I would gladly help." The wemon looked up with her cold brown eyes, she whispers with her last breath. She had a Russian accent "Please take care of my baby for I cant." With the last word, the glitter in her eyes flash away. Her boney arms have the last grasp of air as she stares into the nothingness.
Miss Hamilton eyes water with grief for the mother an child. "Someone help!" She cried.
Later the after noon hope tried to find more of the womens heritage or even relatives. No one knew this woman, it seemed as if she wasn't from Kansas.
Even police and detectives saw the horrific event that had occurred that cold night. All they could say was she wasn't from here and they are keeping a close eye out on hope Hamilton.
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Train Squater
AdventureA story of adventure and un told tail of a hobos story. of how a life of adventure has a meaning. no matter were you come from. a nameless baby found by orphanage in Kansas city will now be re named
