Supernatural
June 12th 2000
A warm breeze knocked the tree branches against the top window of Robinson House: Children's Home in Long Beach. It was 11.48 and everyone, even the staff were asleep. Then footsteps pattered along the dry ground outside, scaring a black cat from its hiding place. A shadow crossed the brick wall with some kind of package in its hand and rang the doorbell before scampering away, leaving the parcel on the door step. Traci Watson, a member of staff who only started two weeks ago was woken by the sharp ping and crept downstairs, trying not to wake the kids. She wrenched the door open and looked angrily out into the darkness. Who would be playing tricks at this time of night? She was about to go back up and try to get some more sleep when she heard a small cry and noticed the parcel on the doorstep. Picking it up, she realised it was not a parcel at all but a tiny baby, wrapped in layers of blankets. It stared at her with big, intelligent, brown eyes and smiled. She was obviously new born but not purple and wrinkly like most babies. Her olive skin was smooth and damp and she had the slightest bit of brown hair, growing from the centre of her head. Around her thin neck was a key on a chain which she was playing with, squeezing in her chubby, little fingers. She could not have been more than two days old.
"Hey!" shouted Traci but whoever left her had taken off. She turned back to the girl's sweet face. "Let's take you inside and get you some milk umm…" She tried to think of a name and then looked up at the sky. "Estelle. Estelle Watson. My little star."
And she took the child inside, gently cradling her head in Traci's arms.