A scene that seems reprinted from the past!
Sheltered in oblivion, a dusty pane yearns for a glance.
Lost, a girl ends up in front of an old mansion.The rusted gates invites her in,she wipes the dusty panes only to discover her portrait hanging on the wall.
“But I grew up in an orphanage ….right from my childhood”. She spluttered out.
The clouds rolled in heralded by turbulent claps of thunder.
The nature shouted her displeasure. “My daughter has all the right to know the truth, to know her identity. For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open”.