18 years ago, a baby girl was born. She was born on Friday the 13^thof October in a family oriented Busan hospital.  She was absolutely perfect in the eyes of her mother, but when the doctors saw her they let out shrieks of terror. Never in their lives have they seen such a horrid creature.

The baby’s father had walked back into the room and he gasped as he saw their newborn daughter.

“Take her away,” He had said. The mother gasped and couldn’t say anything from her shock as he took the baby from her hands and gave it back to the doctor, “Just take it away!” He shouted angerily. He would want nothing to do with this hideous child.

“But, sir, is there anyone to look after this child?” The doctor had asked and the man looked at his wife; grief had struck her features and she was bawling uncontrollably.

“Yes,” The man had said. He could only think of one person he hated most that might consider taking care of this…this thing. “Give it to this address, and don’t tell her who it’s from,” He wrote down the address and given it to the doctor and told them to leave the room so he could comfort his wife.

The doctor looked unsure of himself for he was assigned the unholy task of storking a baby on someone’s front door. He held the baby basket close to his chest as the baby began to cry. He raced to the porch and rang the doorbell as quickly as he could, then ran away to safety.

The door opened slightly and there appeared a beautiful woman in her late twenties. She looked down at the child and brought her inside as she cried and mewled in her basket.

The doctor could imagine the look on her face when she read the note…

To a good home, please…God is watching you.

The woman stared at her cross wall in horrified realization; she had to keep the child.

But, she thought to herself,I don’t have to keep her directly.

The woman quickly grabbed her keys and drove to the nearby Busan church. She knocked on the door quickly and put on her best face as the pastor came to the door.

“Why, Miss EunAh, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you at 9:00 in the evening,” The pastor chuckled.

“Sir, I was storked and I really wish to keep the child,” She started to make herself cry, “I just don’t have the room in my one roomed apartment, or even the  money! May she please stay here at the church?” She asked in between her fake sobs. The pastor couldn’t just say no.

He took ahold of the whimpering child and took a look at her. His eyes softened, “She has a port-wine stain…What of her name, EunAh?”

She thought quickly to a book she had read, the name wasn’t pleasant; meaning ill fated, but it was going to have to do.

“Desdemona, her name is Desdemona,” She said and the pastor looked at her skeptically and nodded as EunAh left the church. The pastor had set up a room at the very top of the church.

“I’m sorry, little one; this is the only free room I could offer.”

The little girl mewled in her sleep as he set her on the small cradle in the room.

“Live strong, little one. Grow up strong…Desdemona.” 

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