Little Miss X, the “Deserted Babe”
It was February, 2000. I was in the Library of Virginia, looking in the archives for a newspaper article to confirm the curious story I had just read in my adoption papers.
After poring over what seemed like miles of microfiche, this large photo suddenly appeared. I instantly recognized myself, but still had to zoom in… oh yes, those are my ears! The feature I hated most about my appearance was proof that I had indeed found my story.
I kept searching and found four more articles about my abandonment. But this one was the prize. This one proved that I was certainly not thrown away, but lovingly cared for.
The student nurse, whose face I am intently searching, tilts her gaze down toward me with sadness and concern. Her instructor, holding the supplies that had been left by my side on the ground, has a kind but cynical expression, understanding that “these things” happen.
Right there, in front of everyone in the library, my eyes filed with tears. My heart exploded, and has been an active volcano of wonderful, though sometimes frightening, emotions since then.
The quest had begun, to find my way back home.
“and I’m wasted, and I can’t find my way back home”
Video and Song by Steve Winwood, copyright information here.
“…Somebody Holds the Key…”
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I have no words! my heart rejoices for doors that have been opened by ‘The Almighty Great Hand’!😍❤️🥰