It was a bright sunny morning that the dazzling Sun shone it's light on every living, biotic and abiotic things. Every living was chirping yet weary because of the heat, which of course wasn't that much in Sydney comparable to other parts of the world.
The new little girl with two long braids, that bind her blonde silky hair beautifully, was sitting in the lounge. Her alluring green sockets were patched towards the forty inch LED, which was showing 'Doremon' cartoon and the blue-white cat was flying with a helicopter cap.
It had been two weeks since she got to that orphanage, and Mr Lorenzo brought that little girl named Syna with him to Sydney. The young man in his thirties travelled all the way to the mysterious forest and arrived back to Sydney with a little baby girl, draped in pink blanket.
His beloved wife argued with him, they quarreled for hours as the wife resented the little girl's existence in her home.
