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Christina missed her mother.
Her father had dissapeared after Veronique's death.
Now Christina was stuck in a children's home. She in the window on the third floor of the children's home.
She had none of her posessions except the doll she had recieved one birthday.
Christina sighed as she thought about her parents.
It was dark and the capital of France was wide awake.
She watched the sparkling lights outside, she watched drunk men stumble past the large conrete building she called home.
She watched as young french men with cans of spray paint defaced the buildings. She listened to the eternal silence.
She hadn't asked for this life so why was it like this?
Christina sat curled up on the large window, thinking.
The truth was she knew there was something strange about her.
She knew that her mother had kept something from her.
But all she knew for certain was that her mother had owned a dress shop which had gone out of business.
Christina was up for adoption. But for some reason, nobody seemed to want her.
Someone was due to be looking round the home the next day and Christina had scrubbed herself clean until she was sure there wasn't a speck of dirt on her.
They were supposed to look good for the visitors.
Her father had dissapeared after Veronique's death.
Now Christina was stuck in a children's home. She in the window on the third floor of the children's home.
She had none of her posessions except the doll she had recieved one birthday.
Christina sighed as she thought about her parents.
It was dark and the capital of France was wide awake.
She watched the sparkling lights outside, she watched drunk men stumble past the large conrete building she called home.
She watched as young french men with cans of spray paint defaced the buildings. She listened to the eternal silence.
She hadn't asked for this life so why was it like this?
Christina sat curled up on the large window, thinking.
The truth was she knew there was something strange about her.
She knew that her mother had kept something from her.
But all she knew for certain was that her mother had owned a dress shop which had gone out of business.
Christina was up for adoption. But for some reason, nobody seemed to want her.
Someone was due to be looking round the home the next day and Christina had scrubbed herself clean until she was sure there wasn't a speck of dirt on her.
They were supposed to look good for the visitors.
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