That was four months ago. At last, I was standing, staring out into the distance. The orphanage’s workers gave me a number of folders on many different children. To be honest, reading up on someone didn’t interest me much. Information by sight was much more rewarding, I believed.
“If you have any questions or need any help at all Mr. Soel, you know w-”
“Wait,” I interrupted.
I then quickly landed myself on the nearest bench and shuffled through a number of pictures before I thought to myself: “Huh, She isn’t here.” with surprise.
“I-Is something wrong sir?” The caretaker asked worriedly.
“Well, just that there’s a girl, playing out in the sandbox. I don’t know it’s odd… I guess someone did spark my interest.” I chuckled.
The woman looked out into the distance, and after a couple of seconds, she found her target.
“Ah, one sec Mr. Soel.” The caretaker ran quickly inside and brought back out an old, dusty folder.
“Here she is. Let’s see…” A pause ensued as the young woman quickly skimmed through all the info.