I was walking to my office when I saw a homeless girl sitting on a bench in the park. I had seen her every day for a week now. She looked at me like I was younger; lost, alone and scared. Her arms and face where covert in dirt. Her long black hair, wet from the rain dripping down on us, stuck to her face. Her intense green eyes stared into the distance. As I walked closer the resemblence to the girl only grew stronger, could it be..? No, that was silly to think, right? I looked at the girl and heard her stomach scream for food, she wrapped her unhealthy thin arms around it. I looked down at me bag, knowing I had my lunch in it. I walked to the girl, "Are you hungry?" I asked. The girl looked up a tme, the intensity of her green eyes struck me, her facial features a lot like mine.
"A little" she confessed. I sat down noext to her and got the lunch out of my bag. I gave it to he, "Here" I said as I smiled warmly at her.
"Thank you, Miss...?"
"Mills, Regina Mills"
The girl smiled "I'm Taylor" she said. Taylor, the name of my daughter I thought to myself. I once again looked at the girl. Her eyes as intense as in my memory, her face looking so much like mine and her hair as long and dark as mine used to be. I was almost sure that this was my daughter.
I got up and was about to walk away when I heard myself say "Do you wanna come with me to my work?" I regretted it as soon as I said it, but it would be nice to get to know the girl. She looked suprised by my question "You'd really want that?" she asked as she went with her hand through her long black hair. It fell losely on her back. Her skin, in contrast with her hair, was pale. She looked short, maybe even shorter then me. She smiled at me, her angelic face light up. "Ofcourse I want that" I told the girl.
Later I looked at Taylor walking through my office. She looked so much like me, so much like the baby I gave away so many years ago. I thought Rumple would take care of her, but it looked like he didn't kept his promise. Or did he never made that promise? I never meant for her to grow up the way I did; lost and alone. Somehow she managed to stay strong, to stay good, something I for sure failed at. I bit my lip as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "Taylor?" I asked. "Was there someone to take care of you?"
"I lived on the streets for as long as I can remember. Only mister Gold helped me, to clear his concious he would always say" With mister Gold being involft I knew for sure that this girl was my daughter.