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Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 28, 2012
Frankie was twenty five years old and her life was pretty normal. She was a hair stylist at a local beauty salon in the heart of London. Standing at 5'5 she wasn't the tallest woman in the world and had to look up to most people who walked in to the shop.
A few weeks ago, the girl learned that she had a sibling who was given up for adoption a few years before she was born. Her mother sat her down and told her how they couldn't cope with a child whilst being so young and thought it would be best for his well being if he was brought up by a loving family. Frankie wasn't sure why her mother was telling her this, she could have just kept it a secret but maybe she wanted the person found now.
Agreeing to find out more, Frankie hired a private investigator to find her long lost brother.
Today, whilst working in the salon a man dressed in a beige overcoat walked in dripping wet from the British weather. His collar was up, not folded and covered the sides of his cheeks. A puddle formed near his shoes, making the floor wet. He was well over 6 feet tall and noticeable with his large frame. His stomach hung over his black trousers, pulling on the white shirt which covered it.
"Miss Sandford?" He said in a voice which didn't seem to match his frame. The young woman looked up, her short brown hair which fell over one side of her forehead just above the eye flicked as she looked towards him.
"I'll just be a second" she spoke to her customer who was sitting in a chair having her hair done. Walking over to the man, Frankie strained her neck looking up at him as she folded her arms against her chest. All he did was hand her an envelope before walking out, leaving wet footprints behind.
Opening up the package using her black painted nails, she pulled out a sheet of paper with a picture of her brother and his address. Frankie had finally found her brother.
A few weeks ago, the girl learned that she had a sibling who was given up for adoption a few years before she was born. Her mother sat her down and told her how they couldn't cope with a child whilst being so young and thought it would be best for his well being if he was brought up by a loving family. Frankie wasn't sure why her mother was telling her this, she could have just kept it a secret but maybe she wanted the person found now.
Agreeing to find out more, Frankie hired a private investigator to find her long lost brother.
Today, whilst working in the salon a man dressed in a beige overcoat walked in dripping wet from the British weather. His collar was up, not folded and covered the sides of his cheeks. A puddle formed near his shoes, making the floor wet. He was well over 6 feet tall and noticeable with his large frame. His stomach hung over his black trousers, pulling on the white shirt which covered it.
"Miss Sandford?" He said in a voice which didn't seem to match his frame. The young woman looked up, her short brown hair which fell over one side of her forehead just above the eye flicked as she looked towards him.
"I'll just be a second" she spoke to her customer who was sitting in a chair having her hair done. Walking over to the man, Frankie strained her neck looking up at him as she folded her arms against her chest. All he did was hand her an envelope before walking out, leaving wet footprints behind.
Opening up the package using her black painted nails, she pulled out a sheet of paper with a picture of her brother and his address. Frankie had finally found her brother.