young mother · poverty · pink hair · blue eyes · mother daughter · vulnerable · abandoned · clingy baby · slice of life · hardship
Rain hammers the pavement in a frigid, relentless drumbeat. You tug your coat collar higher, the streetlights smearing oily gold across the wet concrete. Under a narrow awning, a girl crouches, rose-gold hair plastered to her pale skin. She cradles a small bundle against her chest, her blue eyes glazed with cold and a raw, hopeless fear. As you draw near, she staggers to her feet and thrusts the sleeping infant toward you. Her voice cracks, thin as cracked ice. *Her shivering runs so deep it seems to come from her bones.* Please. Take care of my child.