Louisa by Serena Axelr (short novels to read TXT) 📕

Louisa


Sitting here, I am thinking back to the first day I saw Louisa. Matthew and I weren’t blessed with children, and I so longed to be a mother. I had so much love to give, and at three, I had hoped she wouldn’t remember her own family and the neglect she suffered. She was so shy and undernourished. The funny thing is, she has the same skin coloring as Mathew, and I feel she was meant just for us.


“This is a delightful spot for us to sit and read our book, with the bench planted just as carefully as the Azaleas and the Heather. Lets stop and I’ll let Trevor rest on my lap. He must be tired from our walk.”

“Mama I do so love coming down and watching the trains. There is something so familiar, like I belong here.”

“Be careful, try not to get dirty, sweetheart. We’re having company for dinner. Do you see that house beyond the train tracks?” I asked.

“Yes, I see it,” she said with her face pressed up against the wrought iron fence.

“Papa has asked the man who lives there to come for dinner…to talk about painting your portrait.”

I’d barely gotten the words out when she asked, unconcerned about Monsieur Manet, “Mama have you ever gone anywhere on the train?”

“A few times, sweetheart. Don’t you want to listen to me read? And what do you mean familiar?”
“He smiles and waves at me whenever the train passes.”

“Who, darling?”

“The man driving the train.”


I had never paid much attention to the passing trains, but now it hit me. The morning Matthew and I picked up Louisa from the orphanage, I found a conductor’s brass button pinned to her blanket…

Text: (c) Serena Axel 2011
Publication Date: 02-18-2011

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