I just moved back to Rosewood about three months ago. My friends don't know I'm back and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't care. I left the day after graduation not saying where I was going. they didn't even know what college I went to. I moved to Arizona and went to the University of Arizona. I been gone for four years. my mom doesn't even know that I came back. I never actually told her or my dad I was at. I wanted to get away, be myself without the fear that someone I love would judge me. I felt like something was missing so I came back to Rosewood but I didn't know what.

I walked out of my office building to the rain pouring down. I still haven't gotten use to the rain. I am used to the heat and light showers but this rain is something I have to learn again. I drive to my house about four miles away from my old house I grew up in. My parents still live there so I try my best to avoid that street. I pull into my drive way and I see someone sitting on my porch. I get out the car grabbing my brief case walking to my door.

"Excuse me." I said and the head looks up. it's a little girl and she is crying. well I believe she is crying if the sobs are any indication that she is. "What are you doing out here in the rain?" I asked. "Where is your mommy and daddy?" "She told me to give this to anyone who found me." she said handed me a note. it said, "please take care of her. I cant do it anymore. don't send her back. I'm afraid of what might happen to her if she stays with me. keep her safe and give her the life she deserves."

"Mommy not coming back for me is she?" the little girl asked looking up at me. she had brownish wavy hair with brown eyes that made you melt and she had tan caramel skin. she was shivering from the cold rain. I looked and she had a duffle bag. What mother could leave her child out in the cold rain like this. "Sweetie come inside with me." she nods her head and follows me inside the house. I put her up on one of the stools in the kitchen and take off my button down handing it to her. "Put this on to keep warm but take you wet shirt off." I pulled my tank top out of my skirt and pulled it down.

"what's your name?" I asked her. she looked up at me with the smallest look in her eyes. "Mommy called me Gabrielle." "that's a beautiful name. how old are you?" "Four." that answered made me more mad than I was. she's adorable and four. "Can I look what's in your bag?" "Yeah." I look inside the bag and there is all her clothes. at the very bottom is another note. "If you are reading this you have Gabrielle Maria. she is four years old. I couldn't take care of her so please do. if she ever ask what happen to her real mother just tell her she was addicted to drugs and had bad thoughts in her mind. I don't want what happen to me happen to her. So please take care of that little girl. by the way she is Black and Mexican I know they ask for race now a days." I know this was more of a letter for Gabrielle when she got older and started asking questions.

"are you hungry?" I asked her. she nodded her head and I looked in the fridge pulling out a juice box and the jelly. I made her a PB and J and gave her the juice box. for some reason deep down inside something told me to call child protective services on her. it was the right thing to do but she been through so much that I couldn't put her through that. I mean I can take care of her I have the means too. "Gabrielle, my name is Emily." I told her. "Did your mommy tell you why she left you?" "She said she couldn't keep me safe anymore. I didn't know what she mean. she said that whoever lived here could keep me safe. Can you keep me safe?" she asked with tear welling up in her eyes. "Yeah I can do that."

I watched her finish eating and I smiled. "How about you stay here with me?" I asked her. "Can i?" she asked. "Of course." "How long before I have to go?" she asked. "if its up to me never." she nodded her head and finished her juice. I was going to keep this little girl and give her the best life ever. she was a lost little soul and I think it was fate that she was here when I got home. I felt like there was something I needed her maybe she was it.

A/N: just an idea I got at four in the morning. Please review whether you liked it or not. If you like it I will make the chapters longer. Please leave your thoughts. I hoped you enjoyed!