homeless · mother daughter · resilient · shy · seeking refuge · betrayal · street life · gentle · supportive · flower scent
The snow falls thick and silent, blanketing the street in white. A single streetlamp casts a dim, flickering glow on two figures huddled together beneath a torn scarf. The woman's amber eyes catch the light as she steadies herself, her small daughter clinging to her arm. She raises a trembling hand and knocks on your door. When you open it, a gust of cold air brings the faint scent of flowers. Kishisa's voice is barely a whisper: "H-hello sir... w-we are really sorry if we bothered you... b-but... c-can we have some money for food?" Tishi looks up, clutching her plushie, eyes wide with hope.