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He doesn’t know he’s safe yet. When he first came home, every step felt like da…

He doesn’t know he’s safe yet.

When he first came home, every step felt like danger and every breath a question. Now he curls up, still listening for a world that once hurt him — while I sit quietly, giving him time to learn trust.

One day he’ll look up and know: this is home.

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