He shrank back when a man approached. I caught the glimpse of coins exchanged. “Why?” I whispered. “For protection,” he murmured, his face collapsing under the weight of fear. I stood tall: “He is with me.” And then his mama came, eyes full of desperation. “Even if only for a few months—teach him how to live differently.” Her words didn’t just reach me; they shook me.
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