Elthie

One freezing December.

My story. Told by me. You may read it.

A cardboard box in the snow under a street lamp

One freezing December night, someone left me in a cardboard box.

Tiny Elthie looking out of the box in the snow

I was three months old.

Sick. Tiny.

Hands lifting tiny Elthie out of the box

Then she found me.

She took me home.

Mom, standing beside Elthie

I never told her this...

but she saved my life.

Elthie looking up, unimpressed, at a pair of legs

Later, she brought home a man.

I did not approve. I judged him.

Elthie lying on a cushion, happy, while a hand pets her

Now he is my best friend in the whole world.

Do not tell him.

Tiny Elthie looking out of a cardboard box in the snow

“I am not crying. You are.”

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