![]() The middle-aged woman’s stern face darkened at the sight of the infant. The maid took Madison to the House Master and told her what had happened. She knew her daughter was safe and that was all that mattered to her. Her skin shivered under her tattered clothes, but inside she was warm with love and hope. Her hair blew and her slim cheeks turned pink at the cold. The mother turned and stepped into the wind. The mother smiled, remembering the expression in those large gray eyes. The maid took the little bundle and cooed over the precious face. With a final kiss, she held her beautiful treasure out to the maid. The new mother nodded silently and looked at her sleeping daughter. The door opened and a small woman with a wrinkled face and maid’s attire peered at the stranger with curiosity. The new mother knocked on the large wooden door loudly. It looked warm compared to wind and elements. After walking several miles, the woman reached her destination, a tall and massive structure of stone and thatch. With joy and sorrow in her heart, the woman walked to the orphanage, cradling her sleeping daughter close to her body to shelter her from the cold wind. After all, she seemed very intelligent and charming already. Perhaps her daughter would be picked by the great lady and become an heiress. Rumor had it that the great lady often visited the orphanage to scout for an heir to raise herself. The orphanage she had in mind was founded by a great lady of wealth and prestige. She would give her that chance the only way she knew how. She kissed her daughter on the forehead as another tear rolled down her face. She wanted her to learn to read and write and to have everything she needed. She wanted her daughter to have a chance to live a good life. It was in that moment that the woman made a decision. To her great surprise and delight, the infant smiled back, sporting a grin much like her own. She looked into the large, sparkling eyes of her daughter and smiled. ![]() The woman had no stable work and could barely look after herself, let alone an infant. The child would run out of food, clothes and perhaps even lose the only shelter the woman called home: a small house of wood that was falling apart. Her great state of poverty would not allow such a treasure to be kept safely. The thought warmed her heart, but she knew that keeping the child was not possible. The woman had longed for a daughter, and here she was. A tear ran down her cheek and fell onto the baby’s tattered blanket. ![]() The mother stroked her daughter’s nose and smiled at the soft grunt that met her ears. The infant looked into the eyes of her mother and grew quiet. The crying ceased and two small eyes opened. Cradling her in her arms, the mother began to rock and hum, lulling the new infant. She gazed into her daughter’s crying face and smiled. The cry of a new infant called on her strength and warmed her heart. 153 » Chapter 1 « MADISONĪ woman sat, sweaty and tired, against her hard bed. ![]() ![]() Under no circumstances will any legal responsibility or blame be held against the publisher for any reparation, damages, or monetary loss due to the information herein, either directly or indirectly. The content of this book may not be reproduced, duplicated or transmitted without direct written permission from the author. ![]()
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