Strange Feelings 

In the cold bustling streets of the city, Christine walked along the pedestrian bridge with her hands deep inside her fur coat pockets.

It was a Thursday and she was heading back home. She needed to catch her bus.

Working for the Davies was as hard as she could have imagined but the experience was one she would have never gotten without their help.

She was grooming herself in her career and that was all that mattered.

Christine was thinking about the presentation she had to do the next day when her eyes fell on a family of three across the street.

"Honey, your daughter is being naughty again," the woman told her husband, pointing to their daughter who giggled around with her doll.

The man looked at his wife and Christine could see the love he had for her flash in his orbs.

Her heart tightened painfully as she knew she had missed out on this sort of affection and maybe she would never even experience it.

Her father never loved her and not her mom. That curse was probably passed on to h