My name is Julie. I am a headmistress at Dwindley's orphanage. And I'm not sure if what I have just done was the complete right thing to do. You see, I just gave Leenor, an orphan, a letter, from her real mother, that I received when she was a baby. All this rambling probably doesn't make any sense to you, though. Here, let me start from the beginning about 11 years ago.
The doorbell rang, just once, the sound of it rang through the orphanage.
"Coming!" I yelled just in case the person thought no one was home.
When I opened the white door, a woman in between 20 and 23 years old, was standing there. She wasn't an amazing beauty but in a way she was, if that makes sense. Her eyes were bright, bright green! Auburn hair framed her face and her skin had a light golden tan. In her eyes, though, you could almost see a sadness, I did not know why, yet.
In her arms, there was a baby girl, or maybe I should call her an infant, I'd say she was about 2. In the infant's hand was a crumpled piece of paper. The woman, whose name I still did not know, handed me the child. She then turned and started to walk down the steps.
"Wait!" I shouted at her. "Wait, please, wait, what is your name?!" She did not turn around and she did not answer, she just kept walking away.
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Hey
I liked your story because it was well organized.
I liked your story because it has vivid characters and you wont forget their names.
I liked this piece of writing because you described everything very well.
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