Scared and fragile would be your first thoughts when seeing her. The dark was frightening, but she’d withstand it because that was all she knew. Each breath she took was painful almost toxic and smothering. And opening her eyes was a function she wasn’t used to.
Her long-awaited awakening was something no one was expecting until she was free from her home like prison. The small girl who’s never seen light was found buried next to her late parents, eventually taking her first clean breath in the arms of the man who saved her, he had an unfamiliar warm that her parents lost years ago.
She misses the warmth . . .
. . . But the cold feels like home
She was born in the cold it was her life, now its like an addiction she was free from. She opened her sealed eyes to lay them upon her prince, however, a thick blur was all she was left with. It took time for her eyes to adjust to all the colors and open air. But the man was gone before she could see him.
Before she could ask him who he was?
Who she was?
How he even found her?
Her memory was vague if she had any at all. Each thought felt like a small bubble slowly leaving her.
Her eyes followed what her ears heard, A woman walking through the graveyard weeping. The woman’s tears blinded her vision causing her steps to appear unsteady. Eventually turning her attention to the dirty naked girl watching her ever so closely.
“Where's your parents or more importantly your clothes?” The woman put her hands deep into her wool jacket pockets, feeling the cold air hitting her tear filled face. Not able to predict the child’s reaction, she kept some distance between them. However the girl remained silent, you see she didn’t know any words,
gestures,
or basic greetings.
The things the woman said was hard to comprehend, but the girl could see the despair in her eyes. The look her parents once gave, just like their warmth it’s gone.
“C— Cl—othes” She tried her best to mimic the words, to communicate, to understand. But seeing the confused look on the woman’s face overwhelm her with a feeling of shame. The woman scanned her surroundings, she still wasn’t fully able to understand the situation, but she walked to the girl and held her closely. Removing her thick jacket laying it gently on the child’s small frame.
“You must be freezing? Don’t worry I’ll help you... okay?” She held the child in her arms, looking through contacts in her phone.
Scared and fragile would obviously be your first thoughts when seeing the child whose born not to be found. The dark was always frightening to her but for the first time, she was able to see the sunrise as she struggled to walk down the cold cracked road. Going to the new place she’d eventually call home, with the only person she’ll ever know as a mother.
