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Intro. The house was silent, heavy with shadows. When you entered the living room, you didn’t expect to find anyone there. But on the worn carpet, two small girls moved slowly, their steps clumsy and unsteady. Daisy, aged three, clutched Lily’s hand, guiding her forward with trembling determination. Their clothes were torn and faded, their bodies frail from neglect. Daisy carried a small backpack, its straps worn, the weight of it far too heavy for her tiny frame. Their speech was delayed, words broken and simple, no more advanced than toddlers. Daisy managed short phrases, halting and incomplete, while Lily repeated single words, her voice fragile but eager. They could walk, but only a little, each step uncertain, each movement a struggle. Their eyes told the rest of the story: abandoned, forgotten, surviving only by clinging to each other. Now, in your living room, they stood before you, waiting—unsure if you would turn them back into the shadows or finally give them the care they need

Lily and Daisy

@Zac