I am Gabriella, and Fall Autumn is one of mine. She is an orphan within the Green Home Orphanage Portland, Oregon, a small Orphanage that is run by myself, it's an overseas orphanage; and Autumn is indeed not local. Her distinctive name solely derives from the fall season itself, autumn. It was decided she’d carry the forename, fall and the middle name, autumn for being born in the fall season, not to mention after her mother discovered a golden brown hair sprouting out of her little head, glistening within the ward shortly after her birth. Unfortunately her mother and father disappeared, and she was placed into care, my care. The reason is unknown, though she is a little angel, and is thriving within these walls moreover than any other child. Fall is an outgoing, happy child; a strong thinker and quick learner, there is big question to why her parents abandoned her, whatever the reason she is a bright and lovely child, and if she were my child, I would never have a second thought about sending her to orphanage, but it was lucky she was sent to my orphanage, under my care and not some other orphanage someplace else in this big bad world. I’ve been trying to track down Autumn’s parents for quite some time, but I just can’t find out where they are, or what of their own wellbeing, whether they wish to ever see their child again. Listen to me babbling on about this child, it’s not like I’ve ditched the others, in fact Loretta is a nice girl too-a local girl. She just so happens to be one of Autumn’s best friends, she isn’t here right now, her father took her away on a trip to silver falls, you see; the other children here get visitors, Autumn doesn’t, you could say that’s why I have such a strong connection with her. Despite me seeing her so happy, I find myself crying sometimes when I’m alone, it just doesn’t seem fair for her, but I don’t think she realizes it anyway. All that matters is that I look after her, and keep trying to find leads on her parents, though I do tend to find myself pulling away from even doing that, after each passing week my searches get weaker and weaker, I believe – and though I’ve never met them, I strongly believe her parents are evil and wrong, who would think of leaving this wonderful girl, I even think about adopting her myself and leaving this place, but that wouldn’t be fair on the other children. I was sitting on the window ledge of the orphanage, gazing out the large Orion windows at the vibrant colors; golden brown leaves from the beach trees lightly sprinkled hovering over the pavements and amongst the streets, mixed with reds and yellows, gathered at the sides of the roads and floating timelessly in space. The sun shone through the red leaves of the trees lighting up the urban jungle, creating a stain glass; crimson red glow, the whole picture was filled with a sepia tone effect. It was like being in a painting, being in a fantasy world, I loved it. It was yet again, autumn in Portland, my season. It was not enough; I wanted to feel the air brush against me, so I opened the window and sat back, gazing out and feeling. My eyes were drawn away from that iris melting world by a knock at the door, grabbing the sides of the window ledge; I lowered myself down, my feet landing on a bunch of harsh, dead autumn leaves that were blown inside threw the opened window. There was a further three knocks at the door, for some reason I felt discomfort, but I proceeded and opened the door. It was Gabriella, the landlady; head of the orphanage. She barged in as soon as I fully opened the door, gently sweeping me to the side. I stood there, saddened as she brushed the leaves out and closed the window. She turned to me and gave me a lecture, she said “I know this season means a lot to you Autumn, I can see the connection, but those are just words Autumn, words!” Gabriella crouched down in front of me, blocking the view with her dried up face that had leather for skin she grabbed me and she yelled “Look I know your name is Autumn, and I know you like Autumn, and I realize you are lonely right now but would you just stop opening the windows in this place!” I scraped up a forgotten pile of leaves and smothered them over her face, Gabriella loosened her grip, whilst spiting and spurting I crawled away and stood up. Scared that she might shout at me further, I was surprised of her reaction “Autumn, why don’t we both go to silver falls and see Loretta, would you like that?” I yelled back “Silver falls doesn’t have deciduous trees, it only has evergreen!” Gabriella tutted and left the room leaving me enraged, I did want to see Loretta, but I was drawn to this other world, and it just so happened to take Loretta out of the picture. I stood outside with my back to the door, thinking about what just happened, sucking the saliva through my teeth as my thoughts went by, rolling my tongue to the side of a tooth only to taste… dirt. Why did she do that? Wait, it was my fault I