Days pasted into weeks into months for Jasmine; time flew by faster than for any of the other children, in fact for any one in the small texas town of Colby. She as a baby and toddler was precious to the orphanage staff. They saw a lot of money to be made by her beauty, her innocence. Her long blond hair and topaz blue eyes her paling skin, thin figure and rose red lips. She was the most beautiful little child in the had the beautiful like her mother she was pure beauty. A True child of a beautiful woman.

Jasmine was a toddler; a very needy and demanding child. She felt sad inside her heart and soul for she had no mother that caressed her hair when she was sad and wanted love. To kiss her cuts when she cut herself. To kiss her cheek when she was lonely. To hold her in her arm and sing to her when she was lonely. Yet she had to share the love of the orphanage with twenty babies, thirty toddlers, fifteen children and the odd ugly teenager the staff couldn't get rid off to the whore house.

The sweet little girl hated the other children. She couldn't bare the other children. She hate the fact that them other little children took away the love she demanded from the staff. It was far from fair in the eyes of Jasmine.

"Ma…ma….ma" She would say all the time, crawling; even if she could walk, making herself looking innocent; pouting and using her large eyes to get more love than the other children, it worked for whilst a toddler she was the most precious and loved in the orphanage.

"Now Now Jasmine. You have to let others have cuddles too" The staff member would say to her. Some would tap her nose softly. Some would kiss her forehead whilst whispering into her ear "Tonight Jasmine you will get the cuddles and love you want when the others are asleep." The girl hated to be patient but she had no choice having not mother to love her all the time. She was a toddler who demanded love.

Whilst she was young and had some innocent left the time of her toddlerhood when relatively fast for her. Each day she was getting a little bit more attention than any other child. As she got more beautiful she was getting more time with the staff trying to think of them as a mother. Yet it wasn't the same. She wanted her real mother. Secretly Jasmine would bully the other children if they didn't do what she demanded, to stop demanding love from the staff. They where her's to love her and only her.

It was coming to Jasmine's fourth birthday and the staff knew it was time to starting to make her what they want. It was time to to teach her how to look beautiful. How to put on make up and make her perfect lips stand out. The little girl was only allow in her new private rooms, the largest they have, and maybe; rarely; allowed to walk the gardens with her personal nanny. Whenever someone came to look at a child to adopt Jasmine was locked away in her rooms. She was not allowed visitors.

Rosie, Red's loyal whore kept visiting the orphanage, looking for Violet, she knew the truth she was still there. The girl was not dead but alive. She was determined somehow to get that little girl back to her mother. Red hadn't been herself since she was told the child had died. She shot anyone in her brothel that annoyed her. Her business was going up and getting better and her profits where royal.

"I am looking for a little blond toddler to adopt." She would say each time she came every Friday. She'd get the same answer

"We know what you are looking for Madame. We have it listed. We do not have a toddler that is blond up for adoption. Once we do. We will contact you" The manager would say each time just wanting the woman to stop.

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"ROSIE" Red screamed demanding her as she woke up one night in tears.

"Madame, what is the matter" Rosie replied as she quickly went over to her, sitting beside her pushing her hair out of Red's face.

"I saw Violet again… I saw her die.. She was in pain terrible pain. She was screaming for me, and I couldn't do anything. A mother should not out live her child" Red said with tears streaming down her eyes not knowing the truth.

"My lady sip your water. It was just a nightmare. Your Violet is safe and is in no pain now. You know this" Rosie said as she stood up "Try to sleep Madame."

Red was alone in her rooms looking at the pictures of her four years with her baby, the day she was born, it helped to make her feel better, she knew she wanted a child again. Not to replace the perfect child she had and lost. But to help her heal the love she had to give as a mother.

Red had fallen in with a man. She was sleeping with him sometimes. Not often but enough to make her feel that he could be the one to make her happy again. Maybe even give her a bit of a better purpose in life than be a lonely woman. They where going to move in together and go slow together hopefully it will be a perfect time for her to be in love and a family.