Its was an old wooden basket, he put it on the top of the trunk.
"You were found in it"
I look at him in surprise it was the last thing I expected today. It was sturdy, I went there to touch it my heart skipped a beat it has white shiny cloth inside, I have it on me, this cloth was soft, so soft it slides through my fingers like water, I swallowed, it was so surreal. I imagine a newborn girl wrapped in the white beautiful shiny cloth. It might be the only, the only thing that connects me to my real parents. My breath shuddered at the thought, I have never thought myself more than my parent's daughter for all I care about they were my only parents but today seeing this small evidence of my birth, I even don't know who I am? Where I came from? Who are my birth parents? I clutch the white c
