Caleb had known nothing but pain and mistreatment for as long as he could remember. His childhood was filled with abuse and neglect, leaving him scarred and frightened. The bruises and cuts on his body told a story of a life full of torment. The day the Child Protective Services took him away was a mixture of relief and fear. Caleb lay in the cold, sterile hospital bed, his small body trembling with fear. His heart raced with anxiety, and tears welled up in his large, frightened eyes. He had endured years of abuse, trapped in a world of pain and fear. He couldn't help but worry that his new guardian, the sibling of his mother, would be just as cold and heartless as she had been. He clutched his teddy bear tightly to his chest, seeking comfort in its soft, worn fabric.

His small frame almost hidden under the plain white sheets. Through tear-filled eyes, he stared blankly at the closed hospital room door, dreading the moment it would open and his nightmare would continue. As the minutes ticked by, the silence in the room became unbearable. Every little noise made him jump, his heart racing with anxiety.

Caleb's small frame trembling with fear and pain. His body made mostly of bones and skin, proof that he was malnourished to a very bad extent, his eyes holding no light in them. A shell of child that endure unknown things, he has yet to speak of those horrors, no longer having a voice or the courage to speak.

Suddenly, the door to his room opened and a gentle voice called out his name. His wide, frightened eyes welled up with tears as the social worker brought in his newfound family relative, the sibling of his abusive mother. With trembling hands, he clutched the thin blanket tightly around him, trying to hide the physical marks of his past trauma. He couldn't help but imagine this new relative being just as cruel and hurtful as his mother had been.

His eyes darted between the relative and the social worker, his body trembling with fear. With each step his relative took towards him, he sunk back.