Memories of a forgotten time resurfaced in Victoria's mind. She saw herself as a baby, cradled in a woman's arm.
"Mother," Victoria called out.
The woman who was carrying her was her birth mother. The worried expression on her face said it all. Victoria covered her mouth as tears flowed down her eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch her face, to feel her warmth, but it was impossible.
This was just a memory.
She watched as her mother left her in a basket, at the entrance of the town. She watched as her mother's eyes were filled with tears. There was a man with her, Victoria's father.
"We have to go, my love. We can't stay here for long," her father urged her mother.
They did not bear to leave their child, but they had to in order to ensure her survival.
"Do we really have to do this? To leave our baby girl here?" She asked her husband, eyes filled with tears as her lips quivered.
