Rosemary Eve Adler was born on October 5th, 1931 at 10:17pm. Her birth parents had her as an accident when they were very young; not even married yet, which made the woman seem like a whore. Her mother's name was Helen and her father's name was Charles. The two young soon-to-be parents were so overwhelmed with the news that, to cope, they drank constantly to always try and forget about how this unborn baby ruined their lives.

Yes. Rosemary's parents didn't want her, but they had kept her for unknown reasons only they themselves know to this day. Begrudgingly, the couple got married and were forced to stay married even after their baby girl was born. However on January 24th, 1941 when  Rosemary was almost 10 years old, her parents had had enough with her. So they decided to be rid of the thing that ruined their future lives forever.

A blizzard stormed down on Queens, New York that fateful night and ravished the ground with ice and piles of white, glistening snow. At the late hours of the night, Rosemary's parents creeped outside of their shabby apartment building with their 8 year-old daughter in toe and saw big trucks pass by. Immediately, her father recognized them as military mobiles and signaled to his wife at them. Silently they agreed that the military would probably find her and ship her off to some orphanage hopefully far away from them. That is if she didn't freeze to death from hypothermia first on the trip there; wherever there was. The trucks had luckily halted for a moment because of the issue of ice on the road, so they had to check their tires. Then with little mercy, Rosemary's parents carefully slipped her in the back of one of the army trucks and covered her with a thin, raggedy blanket to hide her small frame from sight.

When the engines began to sound loudly through the dark, cold streets of Queens, the abandoners quickly fled the scene and went back into their building while almost slipping a few times not wanting to be spotted. At last the trucks picked up speed and edged farther and farther away into the distance as the culprits watched them go with their daughter.

Meanwhile, Rosemary was out of it. She had just been woken up randomly to loud footsteps barging into her dirty room, if you'd even call it a room, and was scooped up and rushed out of her home into the cold air. She had whined and groggily asked what was happening, but she was immediately shushed by her parents. Then before she knew it, the young child was being placed on what felt like a metal surface and her line of sight was hidden in darkness.

Before her vision blacked, Rosemary saw what would be the last time she would ever see her birth parents again. All she could remember were their faces that held no warmth in them. Only hatred and slight relief that confused the young girl greatly.

The hatred she had understood because her parents always yelled mean words at her every chance they got and sometimes even went as far as laying a finger on her. At those times she curled up in a ball and pleaded that she was sorry over and over again. She would do better. She would wash the dishes cleaner and read the table faster.

But the relief. The relief she was confused. Her undeveloped, naive mind did not comprehend why, even if her parents didn't treat her as nice as the other parents did, why they would give her up. Push her away. Leave her.

Abandon her.

And if Rosemary's parents could have seen the future right then and there, they most definitely would have ran back and took her out of the truck. Ending up in deciding finally to just plop her on a doorstep of an orphanage instead of attempting to get her as far away as possible from them. Taking the short way instead of the long way. But sadly, their hatred went deep in the roots of their hearts for the mistake that they had made 8 years ago.

The girl's thoughts floated to the back of her mind to store for later and her ocean colored eyes started to flutter shut from the cold and needing sleep. Fear tried to flood her brain, but she blocked it up as best as she could for now.

Her thin blanket curled around her small body in the back of the trunk, attempting to block any ungrateful wind from entering. Small hands gripped the edges of the blanket and tried to cage as much warmth as it was possible for her. Noises that sounded like different voices were speaking what seemed like in front of her. Before she knew it, Rosemary drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

Abandonment silently screaming in her frozen ears.

Dedicated To:
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