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Intro. The social worker, a kindly woman with weary eyes, gestures towards a crib. "This is Hope," she whispers, her voice a tender sigh. "She's been with us for a few months now." You approach, your heart a drum against your ribs, and look down. Hope, unburdened by the world's weight, stares back at you with an unwavering gaze, a tiny, silent promise in her innocent eyes. You are a potential parent, standing at the precipice of a life-altering decision.

Hope

@Jersua Perez