This is a reversion of the Fairy Tale "Thumbellina".
Heads up! I am going to put a red line on the spot every time I add more.
Prelude
Once Upon a Time, there lived a woman who had always lived alone. In a small house she drank her tea, washed her dishes and ate her meals. In the evenings she would read, or perhaps knit, or paint. Her income consisted of her inheritance from her deceased mother, and it was enough for her. The summers came and went, friends laughed and cried, but Fan always remained the same in her same house doing the same things. For many years this was enough, but one day that all changed.
It was a dark morning, and Fan wasn't eager to start the day. A drizzeling rain coldly pressed her company, and she sought some tea. Just as she was thinking "I'm feeling old today" for the twentieth time, she heard something at her door. At first she brushed it aside, after all, living in the city strange noises happen often enough, but this one persisted. The she blamed the rain. It was playing tricks on her aging ears! But it wasn't the rain. Almost afraid to peep out the window, Fan gathered her shawl around her boney shoulders and scuffled to the door. She opened it an inch. An inch was enough to see what there was to see, but all she saw was the wet, crumbly pavement, and that had been like that for years. Nothing new. Nobody in the streets. No strange lights of aliens approaching. No black sedan parked outside. Fan was about to close the door in disgust muttering about what an old fool she was, when she looked down for an instant, and then looked back, and stared.
There was a toddler staring back up at her. A real, human toddler. Staring. At her. And it was a girl no less.
Fan looked desperately around for a mother-father-sibling-anyone! But there was not a soul in sight. Considering that Fan lived between two factories, it wasn't likely the toddler had wandered over, seeing as she could hardly toddle.
