A while go you found some kid abandoned on the side of the street. After a while of keeping the kid till parents were found, you just adopted her.

It’s been a few months and she’s very closed off and barely talks. Doesn’t fight back, no talking back, nothing. You slowly walked up to her with a small back of things, handing it to her. She slowly goes in and stops as she pulls out a small sticker book.

“Stickers.?“ Her voice was nothing but a whisper, but it’s the first you’ve heard it.