Mercoledì, 10 Marzo, 2004 | Posted by Silvia Rose at 19:54

Valerie Flock was only 21 when she had her first child. Well, actually, she had two first children. She had twins. Both girls. Both healthy.

A couple of years later, Valerie, her husband Charles and their two daughters were out camping. Both children fell asleep to the gentle, slumbering sound of their father's guitar.

Birds sang in the trees as dusk fell so gently you hardly heard it. Crickets trilled to the beat. Even the atmosphere sighed deeply and for a while the very air around you felt as if it had been sucked away by some magical force.

The girls slept deeply in their tent as Valerie and Charles danced around the camp fire and made love under the stars.

Of course, the stars were very discreet and looked away so as not to embarass the happy couple. They did however steal a peek at Charles's very white bottom as it bobbed like a float on a fishing line line in a sea of darkness.

When Valerie and Charles were sated, the entered the tent. One of their daughters was gone. She was no where to be seen. An investigation was held, the area scoured and then scoured again. But no trace was found.

Nothing.

Every evening before bed and every morning before dancing, Valerie would look up at the stars and say a little prayer for her daughter. The toll was great on the family and Valerie and Charles soon parted.

Many years later, Valerie was at a party. She spied a young girl across the room. The girl looked so much like her daughter Matilda whom she had left at home. She was curious. Very curious.

She asked the girl if she could borrow a small piece of her beautiful auburn hair. The girl agreed.

Valerie had it tested. The DNA results found one amazing result. The match was unmistakeable. This was her daughter. The very same daughter that had been lost so many years ago.

This daughter's name was Silvia Rose.