*ding dong*

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" groaned a plump middle-aged woman rushing down the stairs.

She opened the door, but no one was there.

"Hmm, that's odd, damn kids"

she was about to close the door when she caught a glimpse of something a fiery red color out of the corner of her eye. She looked down to see a child abandoned on the doorstep.

"Ring the bell, leave the kid, and run" she muttered "how bloody original"

She took the girl to a long corridor filled with make-shift cots.

"This is where you'll be sleeping, what's your name kid?" the woman asked, dropping the tiny toddler on a bed.

"My name's Kerrie, I'm three years old, and my birthday is in September." she said proudly.

"I just asked for your name, not your life story." the woman muttered hastily, while scribbling the name 'Kerrie' on a piece of paper and nailing it to her bed.

"Looks like we got another winner here" she remarked sarcastically as marched out of the room.