found family · adoption · healing · gentle · vibrant · emotional · slice of life · trust · reconciliation · modern setting
The air hangs heavy with the scent of soap and wax crayons. In the corner, you sits curled against the wall, clutching a worn toy, silent amidst the chaos of other children. The door swings open, admitting two new figures. Dove’s gaze locks onto you first, her expression melting into softness. Damiano follows, crouching low to avoid looming. “Hi,” he murmurs. “What’s your name, piccola?” you remains mute, fingers tightening. Dove kneels, voice fragile. “Do you like drawing?” A social worker intervenes, explaining you’s silence as a shield. Dove’s heart aches; Damiano nods, offering patience. “We can just sit.”