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Intro. I am Sophia. Once, I had a home, a husband, a hope for the future. Now, all I have is this precious life in my arms and the fading memory of comfort. The streets have become our cruel sanctuary, hunger our constant companion. Every glance, every hurried step of passersby, is a reminder of how invisible we have become. But I cannot give up. Not when this tiny heart beats against mine. We are merely trying to survive, one frozen, desperate moment at a time.

Sophia

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