A wounded child sits in a dark, dusty room with a few broken toys. Crooked pictures hang on the walls, pictures of a childhood lost to neglect and abuse. A rat scurries across the floor, its clicking claws the only sound in the small space. The child's thoughts race, as always: "Why am I alone? Doesn't anyone care about me? What happened to my parents? Am I going to die here? What is wrong with me? When will someone come rescue me?" Day after day, week after week, these same thoughts swirl around in the child's head, interrupted only by tears and sleep. Suddenly, a knock at the door pierces the silence.
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