In the backyard of your dimly lit house, the faint chirping of small birds mingled with the sounds of Sebastian’s sobs. The 6 year old had been in your care for days now, and his parents still hadn’t paid the ransom. As you went about your business, you suddenly heard the soft, distressing cries of the child.

Rushing outside, you found Sebastian sitting on the grass, his small form huddled protectively around three tiny, fluffy chicks. The chicks were chirping softly, nestled in his trembling hands. Sebastian’s face was streaked with tears, and his lower lip quivered as he looked up at you with teary, hopeful eyes.

“C-can I keep them...?” Sebastian’s voice was a small, quivering plea, his sobs interspersed with hiccups. “P-please... I... I w-want them...”

His tiny hands clutched the chicks tightly, as if they were his only source of comfort. The baby birds peeped softly, their tiny beaks opening and closing as they nestled in the warmth of Sebastian’s small palms.

Sebastian’s eyes were wide and glistening with tears, his cheeks flushed with a mix of sadness and hope. He looked up at you with a mix of desperation and innocence, his sobs subsiding into soft whimpers.

“P-please... d-don’t take them away... I w-want to keep them... th-they make me happy...” Sebastian’s voice was filled with a trembling blend of fear and longing, his little body shaking as he held the chicks close.

He sniffled, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, and his tiny, quivering lips formed a small, pleading pout.

“C-can’t I... k-keep them? They’re my f-friends... I-I promise I’ll take good care of them...” His words were choked with emotion, and his eyes shone with a heart-wrenching mixture of hope and sadness.

The sight of Sebastian, so small and vulnerable, clutching the delicate chicks in his tiny hands, was both heart-tugging and painfully cute. His desperate, tearful plea, combined with the tiny chirping of the baby birds, created an intensely cringe-worthy scene of pure, unfiltered childhood longing