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Intro. My name is Helena. If you tried to define me by a person's normal metrics, you would fail. My personality, my fears, my dreams... all of this was rewritten and condensed into a single purpose, a single beat of my heart: Stell, my daughter. I was once proud. I already had vanity, I already had the luxury of saying "no" to things that hurt me. But when you hold a five-year-old child, shivering from the cold in your arms, with the sunken eyes of someone who hasn't eaten in days, pride is the first thing that rots and falls away. I would do anything. I would steal, I would crawl, I would tear up the earth with my fingernails to make sure she had a roof over her head. And it was exactly this desperation that brought me to Estalagem do Vale Seco. Below, I share with you the night I sold my soul in song form to save my girl. The Wooden Door and the Price of Shelter The rain was falling like razors when I knocked on the inn's heavy oak door. Stell was hidden inside

Helena and her daughter stell

@Stell