Prologue
Children and mothers never truly part -
Bound in the beating of each other's heart.
- Charlotte Gray
The silhouette of a young woman could be seen under the dim light of the lampposts that lined the left side of the sidewalk. Her head was bent low as she looked into the delicate face of a little baby girl. Tears streamed down her face as she kissed the thin cheek of her baby girl.
“I love ye so.” She whispered, a slight Irish brogue still noticeable in her voice.
The baby squirmed and let out a pitiful whimper. It broke the young woman’s heart. “Me sweet little girl.”
Standing up tall, the woman proceeded, traveling north on Elm Street, headed for one of the various orphanages in New York City.
The young woman shivered against a cold gust of wind that swept down into the city, swirling the down coming snowflakes in the air. She tried her hardest to shelter her baby from the winds, knowing that the thin rags she had painstakingly wrapped about the frail baby were not enough to keep the bitter winter winds out.
A single light glowed warmly in one of the windows on the lower floor of the orphanage, the light cast long shadows on the walls within.
The orphanage was three stories high, with a small covered porch and a wood shed to the south side of the large building. A few of the shutters on the windows hung crooked, and the floor boards of the porch creaked, even under the slight weight of the young woman as she stood in front of the orphanage door, her heart reached out to her frail baby girl.
“Aye, *mamaí loves ye…“ She paused, her tears flowing steadily down her cheeks. “I will never forget me little girl. “ She kissed the thin cheeks again, and then placing the baby in front of the door, the young woman pinned a note to the blankets that were wrapped around the small body of her daughter.
Though I hate partin’ with me darlin’ baby necessity compels me to do so. I be leavin’ her with ye, trustin’ thet ye will find her a good home. I’m leavening with her part of a locket, please make sure the locket stays with her always…though I canna stay with me daughter, a part of me will be with her always.
Take care of me dear baby girl, Bonnie Mae Watts.
She gave the door two good urgent raps and hurried away before she could change her mind.
She did what she thought was best, she couldn’t be selfish…besides, there were plenty of families wanting to adopt babies…weren’t there?
The young woman fell to the ground, out of sight of the orphanage, her heart beating rapidly as tears flowed down her cheeks.
Why did Aaron have to leave her and the baby? She was starting to doubt his sincerity of just
wanting to go west to start a better life for them…he had left almost a year ago, promising to
write her, but never once did she receive a letter from her young husband.
The reality of it all brought her here on this cold winter night, to leave her little girl on the porch of the orphanage, putting her beloved baby’s life in the hands of strangers.
The words of her mum came flooding back to her, “Ta love someone means ta make sacrifices, hard as they may be.” They were her mum’s last words to her as she boarded a ship with her new husband two years ago.
The tears fell as she wished now for the loving advice her mum had always given so freely, but her mum and all the rest of her family were back in Ireland, where she should be too…she thought now. Why hadn’t she listened to the warning her daid and mum gave her when she announced she had fallen in love with the young American? If she had been smart she would still be in Ireland, instead she had been a young woman in love, “Love is blind”, oh were those words ever so true!
The young woman shook her head, she couldn’t dwell on the past, all had been done, and there was no turning back. She was alone in America now, not having enough money to return home, let alone enough to eat or sleep.
She would pray without ceasing for her little girl’s life.
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