Every so often I take the time out of my day to do something unexpected. Watch a film, read a book, go for a very long walk. Just because.

Once upon a time a little girl was born. The child had hair that changed with the wind pale skin and a magic deep within her that nobody could understand.

As she grew older she began to understand that perhaps the people that she had grown up with, the people that she had known, at least thought she had known her whole life were not her real parents.

So, this is to anyone that could be reading this. If you have a child that went missing or was stolen it is possible that she never left you. I only recently found out that my parents are not the ones I live with.

If you can help me with this then please do. You can send me an owl.

When I got older I realised that all that I was thinking, all that I know is true or could be memories of an old life. I don't know any more. I remember a small house with a fluffy carpet. I want to remember so much but I don't know if I have seen them on TV, in a film been there to another's house or imagined it.

I wish I knew.

I would be looking for people 45+ men and women