Poppy

Neglect

West of England, a girl was born, she was petite with a sharp glow in her eyes, but what the baby saw was concerning. A bitter room which maintained a pungent tang in the air, it was was a dark atmosphere of which no sane human could withhold pride in. The wood of a barn surrounded them and the intoxicating aroma of wine and other alcoholic substances confined the family, limiting the openings.
"She's so beautiful"
her father stated with glee.
"We must name her... Poppy."
Besides how direct Angelica's husband was, she had a pure hatred for children, especially now she had a baby of her own.

"I never wanted this piece of shit amd you know it!"
Angelica was persistent on not having the child. Following this howl of disgust, Angelica spat on Poppys head and lay her down like she would a glass of rosé.

Days past and Poppy was trapped, just a baby in a dampened environment with no-one to depend on, randomly the daunting sound of shoes abused the corridor and her eardrums, it was her father, the one filled with compassion, love for his child, however; he wasn't alone, the tears in his eyes became much like Poppy's when she saw who followed.

"I told you rid this of this mongrel, it's nothing but a stray. It'll never amount do anything."

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