Chapter 26: The Little Girl
Rory
Shame clog up my entire inside as I walked forward. I was on the verge but refused to give into the urge, not under the focus of the entire onlookers.
I shoved my hands in my pockets, head casted down as I kept on going.
I wasn’t sure of how long it has seen since I got sent away by that angry woman. Has it been minutes? Hours? I wasn’t sure, but one thing I was sure of, was that it felt like I’d faint any moment from now, having been walking and walking for a long while.
The sun was very bright in the shy and it was worsening my dehydrated state and making it harder for me to keep going, but it wasn’t like I had any choice.
After some time, a little child ran up to me, small hands wrapping around my legs and my eyes widened as I peered down at the baby, mouth falling open.
I cleared my throat and glanced around, trying to figure out where the child’s mother was. The child began to cry, hands in the air, a clear request to be picked up. The child looked cute with round cheeks and big, brown eyes. Her hair were in pigtails and her mouth was stained with something that resembled milk.
Whose child is this?
I glanced around once again, wondering how the child was able to sneak from underneat her mother’s nose when the sound of the child crying tugged me back to the present. I swallowed emptily and reached down to pat the baby’s head, an apologetic look on my face.