I’ll never forget the moment I found them—two tiny souls shivering on the cold pavement, weighed down not just by hunger, but by the cruel whispers of others: “They’re weird… cursed.” 💔
But when I looked into their eyes, I didn’t see a curse. I saw innocence. I saw the quiet plea for safety, for warmth, for love. And that day, everything changed.
From fear to trust. From hunger to fullness. From loneliness to love. 🌟
Now, I can only hope that one day, someone will see them the way I do—not as broken, but as a gift waiting to flourish.
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