It was a foggy, dismal and frosty morning in New York, New York. Like many others, Lilian, or Lily was beginning a special morning, instead of going to work on this frosty morning, she hoped to come home with a child. She had wanted a child since she was a little girl, but only a year before that day, a doctor had told her she couldn't conceive a child. It had devastated her, breaking her heart in two. But today; she was determined to fill the yearning for a child in her heart.
She silently buttoned her coat, pulling a red tartan scarf from a brass coat hanger near the door and quickly tying it around her neck. Delicate snowflakes landed in her auburn hair as she weaved in and out of the crowd of early morning commuters. After walking for several minutes, she arrived at a faded, cobalt blue two story Victorian era home. She smiled softly, talking hold of the carved, white banister and climbed up a couple of stairs, opening it and entering quietly.
A young man with soft, sad hazel eyes greeted her along with many young residents of the orphanage. But one child, a young boy about ten years of age sat in the corner of the lobby. His shaggy, inky black hair hung around his face. Lily stared at the child and the man glanced to where she was looking. He sighed and said, "That's Leo, he's sort of, erm, the problem child. No matter whom adopts him, the poor little guy ends up back here again. He will not tell us what happened to him nor his parents."
Lily sighed, glancing to the man and inquiring, "What is your name? Mine is Lilian, but you may call me Lily." he smiled slightly, but while smiling , his eyes never really smiled along, but he quietly answered, "My name is Alexander, it is a pleasure to meet you, and I own this orphanage." he said this, while gesturing to the children gathered around him. Lily gently knelt and she was quickly surrounded by the children, which were quietly speaking to her and asking questions. All of the children that is, except Leo. She couldn't help but constantly glance at him, wondering what could have possibly happened to him, and his parents.
Alexander noticed this and finally asked her, "Would you like to meet our Leo over there?" Lily looked to him,then the children, then to Leo and finally nodded. Alexander smiled, and led towards the the young boy. Hearing footsteps, Leo looked up at Lily and Alexander, he had large blue-gray eyes and rather soft features. He silently wondered why this woman has picked him over all the younger and better children. He softly sighed as Alexander, or Mr. Alexander as he called him explained how this nice young lady wanted to meet him and maybe even take him home. He had heard this all too many times.
Despite having a hardened outer shell, Leo was really yearning for love in the exact same way Lilian had always wanted a child since she was young. His parents had passed away when he was seven, three years ago. He went from being an exceptionally happy, sweet, cheerful child to a cold boy whom locked his heart away. He didn't want to get close to anyone in fear they would leave him in the manner his parents did.
Leo had fallen into deep thought before Mr. Alexander asked, breaking his trance, "Leo, will you please say 'hello' to Mrs. Lily?" Lily smiled, before correcting, "Ms. Lily, I'm not married." Both Leo and Mr. Alexander were slightly surprised but Leo sighed, glancing to Lily, "Hi, I-I'm Leo," he said, his voice rickety and rusty from lack of use. Alexander gave an encouraging nod and smiled. Leo's expression was stationary and blank. Lilian glanced to Mr. Alexander, asking "Do I need to fill out any paperwork?"