[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

I was waiting for a ship bound for San Francisco at the port of Marseille when I saw the news in the newspaper that my father committed suicide by cutting his wrist in a mental hospital.

This news was totally unexpected to me.I thought that after I left, my father might spend his whole life insane in a nursing home, but he would forget the hatred he had suffered over the years, and finally go to heaven peacefully to reunite with his real daughter.

It doesn't matter to me whether my father actually died by suicide.His death represents a complete separation between me and that country across the English Channel.

Whether it's Marseille or San Francisco, or another world-renowned bustling city, it will be the same from now on.There will be no second London that I would never want to go back to.

Thinking about this little half of my life, the more than twenty years are just like the words of Shakespeare that I read with Aisha many years ago-"Life is like a dream".

Thinking about it carefully, in the first half of my life, I never bypassed the two of them.

But that's okay, now, it's all over.

Flora Davis, the name bestowed by Alan Davis nine years ago, no matter how much love and hate it carries, has been scattered into dust in the long river of time.From now on, I can be the carefree Monica in the London orphanage.

Yes, that's my name, and I still love it even without a prominent last name.Probably because only this name is the pure warmth and love that I have ever obtained, which belongs to me completely.

Many people like to reminisce about the past after the curtain falls on fate. I never understood it until I started reminiscing about the past myself

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Time goes back to the spring that came very early in 1993.

It was a rare, warm spring in my memory, as if the winter in London had never come.

The dean's mother woke up our row of children early in the morning and distributed gifts to us.Rarely do we get a precious gift outside of Christmas.I remember what I got was a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

It was really a beautiful book, with beautiful illustrations of princes and princesses and huge castles, in bright colors that didn't fit the faded roof doors and windows of the orphanage.

I love it, but it makes me sad.

—Because I can't read.

I was stumbling through that book, and I was hoping Mother Dean would read me a story, but she was too tired for that time, and I didn't want to bother her.It took me over a month to barely read the first story, "Cinderella."

After reading it, I happily stood in the middle of the yard and told the story loudly to a group of children, over and over again, and we even acted out the whole plot.Without a doubt, I got the part of Cinderella.

I put on my best dress, even though the sequins on it looked completely cheap, but in my heart, the expensive designer haute couture couldn’t compare to this dress.

Of course, it was different from a professional performance in the theater, but I just felt like I became a real princess at the time.

After the performance, I vowed to my companions that I will tell them the next story as soon as I finish reading it, and we can act out the next story, and everyone will take turns being the princess.

Unfortunately, that quickly became a lie.I couldn't do it.Because Alan Davis adopted me.

Of course, this is not a beautiful fairy tale in which he felt pity for me at the first sight and then father and daughter recognized each other.There are so many orphanages in London, and I am naturally not the only lively and lovely girl.

I was brought in front of Allen Davis, and the dean’s mother carefully accompanied her smiling face. After hearing them talking, I realized that the gift I received before was donated by him.My thought at the time was that if he could adopt me, every child in the orphanage would have the opportunity to have a book of fairy tales.

Of course, he was not as rich as he is now, and he could only be regarded as a young man, but for us children who even had a one-pound note worth admiring, he was already a class to look up to.

I don't remember what the Dean's mother talked with him, but I clearly remember that he didn't decide to adopt me from the beginning, maybe he said to come and see me the next day.

I'm not stupid, and I probably know that he doesn't want to adopt me that much.I was disappointed, but quickly rejuvenated, not having to be separated from my friends, it's okay if life is a little bit hard.

Until brother Ian found me.

Brother Ian is one of the few children in the orphanage who can read

One, he is very smart, he works part-time in a coffee shop while studying, and gets a full scholarship every year.Each of our children will get a small gift from him on his birthday. Although the price is not high, it is full of heart and is what we need most.

The dean's mother said that he will soon be admitted to the best university in Britain, Cambridge.

I was standing on the steps at the entrance of the orphanage, listening to brother Ian beaming and talking about his beautiful plans for the future.

The warmth and beauty that I have tried my best to keep in my memory is not worth the human forgetting nature and the erosion of time.I have long forgotten the beautiful future he described, and I only vaguely remember that it was a perfect future, and it was also a future that we did not get in the end.

Flora Davis's seemingly perfect future began that spring, and his future, along with Monica's and the orphanage children's, withered in that spring.

Brother Ian asked me if I wanted to be adopted by Davis.

I nodded without hesitation. After being adopted by him, I can send gifts to the orphanage every year like Brother Ian.And Mother Dean said that if one of our children was adopted, Mr. Davis would donate a large sum of money.This is too important for orphanages that are starving.

A person like me who was abandoned by my parents since I was a child, even named after the dean's mother, is different from those innocent little girls in the greenhouse.

The only feeling I had about my adoptive father at that time was that this was the lifeline of the orphanage, and he should not be allowed to slip away easily.However, there is nothing I can do. I have tried my best to pretend to be a polite and sensible boy.

Now that I think about it, I have never had a child's admiration for his father to Alan Davis, but only the use of it at the beginning and the gratitude for the years of kindness later.

But, kindness is much more terrifying than ordinary feelings.

Brother Ian patted me on the head and told me that he would find a way to get Davis to adopt me.

He is the person I trust the most besides the dean's mother. I have no doubts about his words, and I jumped up happily and hugged him.

A few days later, Davis came to visit the orphanage again as scheduled. Brother Ian came back from school early, avoided everyone and found me.I am reading the second story in the book of fairy tales in my room.

I was very happy to see him, and I almost exclaimed, but he covered my mouth.

He smiled so brightly that I carried his shadow in my smile for many years afterwards.

He brought me a bottle of grape-flavored drink, which was still relatively rare in the market at that time, and it was not affordable for us children who were supported by social relief.

I later hated children's curiosity about novelty.

If I hadn't had that drink, things wouldn't have gotten to that point.In fact, I drank the bottle of drink in one gulp.

After becoming conscious again, I heard a lot of noise, and the crying of the dean's mother was very clear among all kinds of voices.

I struggled to get up, in a daze of what had happened.Allen Davis came over and said to me kindly: "I want to adopt a child, would you like to be my daughter?"

I am very happy, brother Ian really did not lie, nodded solemnly, and made my request, "Can I come back to see my friends in the future?"

"Of course." He smiled.

He decided to take me away that day. The dean's mother called all the children together, and I hugged and bid farewell to my little friends one by one.Until then, I didn't think of it, my brother Ian.

I asked the dean's mother where he had gone.

The dean's mother smiled at me, but I always felt like she was going to cry.

She said brother Ian was back at school.

I believe it.

Alan Davis said he would buy me new clothes and a lot of expensive dolls.

I asked him, "Will there be many fairy tale books?"

"Yes. As much as you want. You will be my most precious daughter."

I didn't take anything from the orphanage because he said he didn't need it.I obeyed his orders and gave all my belongings to other friends.

I wanted this new father to like me, and I was afraid he would renege on adopting me because of it.I know what I want, and I give away my stuff even when I don't want to.

It was also from then on that I gave up the life that belonged to Monica.

I tried my best to be well-behaved, hoping to please the adopter.

He quickly changed my name to a new one.Flora Davis.It's a nice name, but I don't like it.I just like "Monica".

But I didn't raise any objections, just like I gave my most beloved things to other friends.

Maybe I had no hysterical resistance to all this because I really thought I'd be back in the orphanage someday.

I didn't go back to the orphanage for a long time when I was adopted by him.I'm too busy, too busy learning piano, painting, etiquette, French.

—everything the real Flora Davis ever learned.

Of course, I also had the opportunity to go to school, which was a private middle school with high tuition fees, and I would never be able to get into it in my life.

With the well-behaved and docile I have developed over the years and the etiquette I have learned in a short period of time, I quickly integrated into this school.The students are all brightly dressed, well-educated, with decent smiles.But I still like the laughing friends in the orphanage.

That's where I first met Elsa.At that time, she had the extraordinary charm of later generations, beautiful and dazzling, like the moment when fireworks exploded in the boundless night sky.

The author has something to say: I am afraid that some little angels will have questions. Let me tell you here that Flora did not exist because of this murder case. She has her own life. This is a supplement to her character image.Because it is written entirely from Flora's perspective, she is not the whole truth here, just like she will not know what Aisha has encountered. (The author's bad taste)

But these will not affect everyone's understanding of the general truth.

The next copy will not be written in this way, don’t worry, I must explain clearly (hey!)

In fact, each copy seems to be different. (looking at the sky)

When I wrote these characters, I never deliberately defined their good or bad.Human nature is not black and white.I have always disliked the pros and cons of Yimei. (Even Scum Williams was actually a pretty good dad.)

I deliberately added Flora (Monica)'s past, hoping that you can see a more complete character.