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1832 London in the winter

Location: foundling hospital

a nurse heard a single bang that startled her so she immediately ran to hide the money of the orphanage and ran back to open the door in fear that the tax collector has come again she threw some dirt on her drees in hopes of fooling him she took a deep breath and slowly opened the door and said in a whimpery voice hello? is anyone there, and to her surprise, there was no one there she looked to her left then right and didn't see a single soul and then she looked under her feet only to see a babe with bruises that covered his face and blood that wasn't his yet surprisingly he wasn't crying she looked at him a babe abandoned by his parents thrown at the porch of an orphanage she looked at his pitch-black hair and brown eyes she felt a sharp pain in her heart that such a fragile creature could die a terrible death freezing in the nights of London, she closed the door and went to the handyman room and called Johnson! Johnson!, what do you want wretched hag I'm sleeping replied Johnson, oh bloody hell with ya! just get the shovel we've a babe to bury his mother couldn't bother giving him to us alive said the nurse, depressing times it is said Johnson, stood up did Johnson he grasped his shovel and walked dragging his feet he opened the door grasped the dead babe in his hands walked to the back yard and started digging,

ahh... can't we ever have a peaceful day in this godforsaken country... wait do you even have a name? my lord is nothing sacred anymore well let's see ill name ya after my father joseph... joseph Callaway Johnson may both of ya rest in peace, Johnson lifted the cold limp babe and then he slowly lowered him in the grave and started praying for the soul of the babe, he grasped his shovel and started covering the body with dirt only to hear a cry, my lord the babe's alive thank you lord thank you mother mary said Johnson at the top of his lungs, Johnson quickly dug out the babe lifted him to his chest and covered him using his coat and ran inside and exclaimed loudly he's alive! he's alive! ran to the nurse and handed her the babe and proudly said look at him alive and sound, my god its a maricle said the nurse who smiled happly, praise the lord praise him for this miracle, but what should we call him, Joseph Callaway Johnson said Johnson, after your father? well... it's a good name