When I was seventeen, my world suddenly became very quiet. The people I depended on were no longer beside me, and I had to find my own path. Each day felt uncertain, but I kept moving forward with small hopes.
I carried a tiny bag with the few things that reminded me of better times. Even in hardship, I tried to believe that kindness still existed somewhere. One afternoon, after skipping another meal, I wandered into a small pawn shop.Continue reading…
