Journey to Happiness

de the gates of St. Haven's Orphanage, a bundle rested against the iron bars. Sister Miri

bit of the soft cloth. There, nestled within, was a tiny girl with the biggest, brightest eyes she ha

e soft voice of Sister Anne, who had co

ame. Just... her." She cradled the baby close, and the little one st

have her grow up as 'the foundling'," Siste

rple flower tucked into the baby's blanket-smal

over the bloom's petals. "An old soul, like an echo from another t

a glance. It was as if the name itself had been waiting to be spoken. The ba

ling. "A rare, precious bloom. Even if the world has

world, though neither Sister Miriam nor Sister An