Sunday, 14 October 2007
08:31:16 PM (GMT)
The note read:
Dear kind people,
I have come across an illness and now am too weak to care for my beautiful child.
Her name is Yumi. When she is older, tell her I loved her and that the only reason I
let her go was for her own good. When she is older she will understand. Take her and
love her as your own, and protect her with your life.
The baby was asleep peacefully, not knowing she was very special, or that she would
be awoken in several hours when the maid went to get the mail.
Several hours later, at approximately six a.m, the maid came out to get the mail.
The maid was known as Miss Wendy, and was very plump and cheery. She was loved among
all the children of the orphanage, and was someone to confide in when the mistress
did horrid things.
Miss Wendy picked up the child and read the note. She immediately took it to the
mistress, who snorted in disgust. Yumi was sent to the stuffy nursery with all the