Starting Date is January 1st 1980
[3rd POV]
Ms. Davis was a woman with a heart full of compassion and love.
She ran a girls orphanage on the outskirts of Houston, Texas. Like any orphanage, it was a haven for girls who had no family or loved ones to care for them. The girls looked up to Ms. Davis as a mother figure and were grateful for everything she did for them.
On New Year's Day, Ms. Davis took the girls to church as she did every Sunday. Like any god-fearing Texan, she made sure to always take them to church every week.
The younger girls were excited about the new year and the possibilities it held. They sang hymns and prayed for a better future. The older ones were less enthusiastic. They knew that every year, they were closer to having to leave the orphanage and survive in the real world. With the subpar education they received and no money to speak of, they knew their future looked grim.
Ms. Davis was also feeling down. After imploring for more funding, her supervisor had informed her that not only would funding be decreased, but the church was planning on shutting down the orphanage in 5 years and moving the girls to other orphanages.
After living at St. Catherine's for 20 years, Ms. Davis couldn't believe it. She grew up in that orphanage and the girls were practically family. Despite her pleas, others had already made up their mind, and that was that.
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It was late when they got back to the orphanage, and Ms. Davis was exhausted. She sat down on her porch, looking up at the sky. As she gazed at the stars, she did the one thing she knew how to do. She prayed.
She prayed that the orphanage would be alright. She prayed that the girls would be okay. She prayed for God to send her a sign, a miracle, anything!
As she prayed, a shooting star dashed across the sky. And when she opened her eyes, she saw a basket containing a baby wrapped in a golden blanket.
Ms. Davis was shocked and didn't know what to do. She looked around but didn't see anyone. The orphanage was relatively isolated on the outskirts of Houston, and she didn't see anyone, nor did she see footprints in the snow.
As Ms. Davis sighed, she picked up the basket and brought the baby indoors.
She knew taking in another child would just make things more difficult for her. But she couldn't just leave a baby out to die. She wasn't that type of person.
As she set the basket on the table, she prepared a bottle of milk. Picking up the baby, she inspected it and realized it was a boy.
"I guess I can raise you. It's not like it's going to matter since you'll be leaving in 5 years."
While feeding the baby, she noticed a note left in the basket. She opened it and found the baby's name.
"This is certainly a unique name," she muttered as she looks back at the baby. After being fed, the baby was awake, and it was oddly quiet this entire time. As she looked into his golden eyes, she swore she saw them glimmer and glow like the sun.
"Well, the name certainly fits. I suppose I can raise you, Apollo."