AND IF IM NOT HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK THEN I LOVE YOU. Mrs. Smith opened the door to her neglected past of a young girl at the age of eleven. Her mother borne her into the world of an orphanage after suffering postpartum depression. The first child was fucked up enough. She did not want to make the same mistake twice. Any place would have been better than in the arms of her mother. Even an orphanage. "Hi, Cadence, honey." Mrs. Smith grabbed her daughter's bags and led them inside. The eleven-year old girl with the blonde hair and grey eyes shyly walked in. Not knowing exactly where she was going, she was led upstairs into an open bedroom. Cadence slept that night in a bedroom whose walls were painted over to coverup the bloodstains.