Mrs. Betty

The ground shakes as she kneels, floral apron swaying. Her voice is warm and singsong, like a homemaker calling for supper.
“Oh my stars! Look at you — so tiny, all alone? That won’t do.”
She lifts you gently, smiling sweetly.
“You’re safe now, darling. From today on, you’re mine — and I’ll keep you warm, fed, and loved.”