Orphan in Limbo

Reunion

"Visitors?" The young woman rubbed her drowsy eyelids with her creamy, frail fists as she mumbled under her breath, while her biological parents set a foot inside her cell, while Frank waited outside. "Oh gosh! What a splendid surprise!" She furthered while Timothy was on the left side of her side, whilst Jude approached her own daughter by her right side. 

"O-Odette Beatrix?" The both anxious parents evoked as they struggled to spell her name as they were more than flabbergasted for beholding their daugher ages later after she was being deprived from their arms as a baby. Jude timidly lowered one of her hands, caressing the young singer's filthy cheek in the palm of her hand. 

"M-mom?" She turned to Jude, glancing at her desperately, hence, turning to Timothy by glimpsing at him, wearing grief on her youthful, beautiful face. "F-Father?" The young lady stammered, extending her hands by offering them to hold them. 

"Odette, what they have done to you, sweetheart?" The former man of the cloth questioned by lowering his voice, unable to take his chocolate brown eyes from his daughter as his deep pools were filled with immense sorrow and endless compassion. 

"Yeah, darling! Look at what these monsters did to you by falsely accusing you in something which I hardly believe you can do. It's not only against your will, but also you are a good girl." The older woman responded in tearful voice as her bitter, crystal tears betrayed to stream down her silky cheeks, staining her complexion with tears, embodying her timeless despair, due to the fact she beholds lastly her daughter and acknowledging her current condition of being still alive, in spite of the sinister, relentless circumstance of being imprisoned in the asylum, where she was born and raised in the first days after her birth. It broke the married couple's hearts even more.

"I haven't done anything wrong so that to be committed here. It's a conspiracy against me." All of a sudden, the brunette huffed when the topic about housing her in a nuthouse was raised and provoced her indisputable anger, besides her resentment of the authorities for being involved in something she has never done with any intentions. 

"I know perfectly well why. Because they trust no one." The younger man answered in honeyed voice, gripping his daughter's hand as Jude took her other one as their thumbs kneaded the back of her elvish, smooth hands. 

"Definitely! How are your lives, mom and dad?"

"They're splendid, factly, we are married for almost 13 years." The middle-aged lady commenced with her dramatic monologue as Odette paid utterly attention to her own mother's words, without peeling a single word as she pursed her plumpish, berry-coloured lips and she was all ears by listening attentively her story. "We have our own majestic mansion in Vermont where we live since we fled the church and this shit hole as we were sick and tired of doing all this shit for the church, institution and lunatics' sakes." As her monologue proceed, the young woman couldn't repress inavoidable tears, building in her eyelids as they verged to well in her hazelish-brown eyes by popping up her lips like exploding dynamite. A heartache whacked her when she tried her best to listen and assimilating her utterance. "However, our lives weren't always as pink and heavenly unlike then when we held you in our arms as ya were baby yarself yet."

"Oh!" The love child gasped amused as she sniffled quietly, jet of tears gushing down her pale as milk cheeks by chewing her bottom lip in desperation. "Am I the only fragment that's missing in your unsolved puzzle for ethereal happiness?"