That day was a night in a cold winter, when I found her - my little girl. She was lonely and cold, wore nothing but a red blanket. I also felt that was such an old story, cliché. But, she was there, in front of my house, in a baby basket. I just presumed that she was 2 years old. I was seventeen, after all.
There she was, in front of me, inside
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