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“Do you know your name?”
“…No…”
“How about how old you are?”
“....No…”
“Do you remember your mother’s name?”
“…No…”
“How about where you lived?”
“…No…”
“…Do you know why you are here?”
“…No…”
The man let out a frustrated sigh as her leaned back in his office chair, running a hand through his sweaty hear. “Hey, Jill?” A red head peaked through the door way, her green eyes bright and curious. Freckles spotted across her pale face, and lines on her forehead wrinkled from frustration and stress.
“Yes?” She asked, her voice soft and mellow.
“I can’t get anything out of this child. I think she has a pretty severe case of mental damage… It must have been that concussion she received from the accident. She doesn’t remember anything at all, not even her own name.” He shook his head in pity as he looked down at the young girl who now was clutching a tattered, brown teddy bear in one hand and stacking little blocks into a small house. “All she says is no. watch this.” He leaned forward and tapped the girl on the shoulder. “Hey, you like playing with blocks?”
“…No…” The man looked back at the lady, his eyebrows arched upwards.
“You see?” He declared. “I can’t get anything out of this child. It’s like all she knows what to say is ‘no’.” He let out another frustrated sigh and looked back at the redhead. “You’ve got any information from your side?”
The red head’s expression seemed to slightly brighten as she fully walked into the room, shuffling through a small file of papers. “Actually, yes.” She said as she pulled out a final piece of paper. “Her name is Gabby Valence, and her mother’s name is Stacey Valence. She is a single mother of the age of twenty-three. Something happened between the parents, but I can’t figure out exactly what happened. …I’ve been trying to track him down, but it’s been pretty hard. You know how many Daniel Wrightfords there are out there?” She quickly glanced at the young girl who was still playing with the blocks, then back at the man. “There was also a problem between Stacey and her parents, and it appears that there hasn’t been contact within the family for about…six years. Stacey worked part time at a makeup store in the mall…And that is just about it. It’s going to be rather hard to track down any close relative. All ties between Stacey and her family have been cut off. No family name in the phone book at their house, including her cell phone…Absolutely nothing. Seriously.”
The man rubbed his chin as he took in the info, his darks eyes cloudy with confusion. “This is such a sad case, a young orphaned girl who has memory loss, and no family to turn to. I’d hate to have to hand her over to the orphanage, but there’s nothing else we can really do besides try at tracking down the father or grandparents.”
The redhead nodded sadly as she left the room, venturing back to her desk. The man ran his hand through his short hair one last time, then bent over and tapped the young girl on the shoulder.
“Gabby, that’s your name.”
“Gabby…” she quietly echoed as she pointed at herself.
The man nodded, “Yes, you’re Gabby. And your four years old.”
The young girl seemed fascinated, wondering where the man had received all this glorious information about her. She dropped the blocks she held in her hand and scooted up closer to the man, where she clutched the teddy bear tighter. “You like that teddy bear, don’t you.” The man asked, patting the young girl on the head. She abruptly nodded, clutching the bear tighter. The man laughed “Good, then you can keep it.”