Faith watched the preparations for the reopening of the Institution after its refurbishment. She smiled to herself at the use of china for the dignitaries and paper cups for the institutions inmates. It seemed that people were still fearful of catching diseases from individuals like her. A child born to a mother in the insane institution.
Faith had never been outside the walls of what they now called a hospital. Although most of the doors had been unlocked. She still worked in the sewing room. She wondered if anyone would remember that today was her birthday. Perhaps nurse Ratharty might.