A rainy eve in downtown Southampton saw Sister Adaline, moving down the road, huddled in an old, patchy raincoat. She walked swiftly for a 60 years old lady, her short somewhat buckfooted straids leading her towards home. She turned a corner into one of the most unkempt streets of the city and upon reaching a sorrowful, crumbling old building, came to a sudden halt.
The flickering streetlight above, illuminated a board hung on the stone wall by the door.
"Parker Children's House" , it read.
And on the doorstep stood a basket, with a bundle of blankets lying inside.
Sister Adaline bent over and took the bundle into her arms. A little face was revealed, framed by tufts of wavey hair of a strange reddish-black shade.
The child let out a soft whimper, stirred and flickered her eyes open. Under the shadow of the long lashes that trailed her cheek, her big brown eyes were molten bowls of dark chocolate. A fold of the patchwork quilt covering her came undone, revealing a bit of parchment.
Walk the path of light, Ria. We love you.
Sister Adaline stuffed the note in her coat pocket and took the girl into the house.
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