Joy Cahill

I don't own The 39 Clues


"Waahh! Waahh!" the cry of an innocent new born baby.

"Ssh, baby, ssh," a soft voice lulled her. The soft voice came from her mother. She cradle her daughter arms trying to put her back to sleep.

She placed a locket around the infants neck and opened it. As most lockets did, this one had a picture of their family. Their first picture together. But unlike other lockets, this one played a song.

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year

The baby's eye lids slowly closed and her chest went up and down with her steady breathing. The mothered cried, this was the song she and her husband met in a Christmas party and this song played when they locked eyes and met each other.

The song from the locket was their version of the song. She sang and her husband played the piano.

"Honey it's done," her husband said. "It's time to give her up."

The mother started crying. "I know, I wish we didn't have to do this," she sniffed.

"We have to, it's the only way she will be safe from the branches and can survive before she has to follow our journey," the father says. "I know our family will be together soon."

"You're right we have to do this," the mother said. She placed her daughter in the basket her husband placed in front of the mansion along with her birth certificate, medical records, some toys, and a letter.

"Be safe," the mother said, wiping off her tears. "Our pride, Joy," the father whispered and place a kiss on the baby's forehead. The couple left with the hope of someday having their baby girl back.