ONCE AGAIN THAT TIME OF YEAR WHEN NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS AND THIS WHOLE WORLD IS LIKE A DREAM. It was about time Eryn's mother got rid of her. So far, she hadn't planned on seeing her again, until she felt like it. Mrs. Smith walked down to her red, dirty car. One Eryn hadn't washed since she was little. Mrs. Smith drove and drove and drove until she turned around abruptly. She skidded into a car wash and waited patiently while a few employees cleaned her car. She wanted it to be clean, to wash away memories of Eryn. Afterwards, she found herself at the bottom of a long, long staircase. She didn't read the sign, but walked right past it. The sign that read: Aryneh Orphanage. A sign she'd seen several times before. "I would like to see my daughter." she spoke confidently. The truth was, she came to see her living abortion.