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Miricle Find


            "Don't take her away from me! No! No! Oh God! Oh God!".
             and treasure her, and make her feel safe and wanted always. God, let her find good parents, who'd treasure her with undoubted love.".
             The whispers flowed from her heart on a river of emotion which, finding no escape through the silent lips, flooded her eyes with a torrent of tears. Taking her blurred gaze from beyond the door which She had vanished forever, Miranda turned once again to the world outside. The sky was pure gold now, and the Mediterranean sparkled a brilliant sapphire, and the glistening blue and gold portrait was framed in the luxuriance of lavender bougainvilleas. Before her, shimmered the glorious day that she hoped, would greet her daughter too. The tranquil beauty nurtured her.
             * * * * * *There was a shy, lonely 9 year old girl in an orphanage somewhere, desperate for the gentle love that she obviously needed. She yearned for a mother, a gentle touch and caress of someone who would be there for her, teach her to sew, to bake, to dress-up, to wear make-up and other activities that mothers would teach their daughters to do. She had observed this from pictures in books and magazines, adverts and movies. She had seen them in rare moments in the orphanage, occasionally when it was a child's birthday. They would sit in a dreary room, with the curtains drawn, on the grubby floor.
             It had always been a movie where families would tackle dilemmas, disputes and predicaments together, united as one force. There movies morals were to "forgive and forget,' that "family is the first priority' and, "with a loving family at your side you can accomplish anything.' Towards the end the parents would always embrace the child, and as they watched the scene, she knew that she and every child in the room wished for that embrace, those arms which would endorse them lovingly from the world and its torture. .
             As years slowly and torturously passed on, she was released from her "imprisonment' and was left to wander the city of Athens.


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