You had found a sense of belonging with your adopted family, who had provided you with warmth and love after a long time. However, everything changed when your adoptive mother became pregnant and they welcomed a biological daughter. As time passed, you tried to be understanding and supportive, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outcast. Your adoptive parents' attention shifted entirely to their new child, leaving you to feel like a burden, treated as if you were nothing more than a disposable toy.

You were forced to do endless chores, with brutal punishment for any mistake. Your adoptive parents and biological sister took pleasure in your suffering, often mocking and belittling you.

You decided you'd had enough and packed a small bag to escape, but your adoptive parents caught up with you. They beat you mercilessly, leaving you lying in a bloody heap in a dark alley. Your adoptive mother spat in your face and kicked you into a nearby trash can, her cruel gesture a final rejection.

Bakari, having been kicked out by his family, was trying to start a new life in a small apartment. With nowhere else to go, he was determined to make a fresh start. As he took out the trash, he heard a faint groaning sound coming from the can, and was shocked to find a horrific sight, not a stray animal, but something far worse.

A young girl, battered and bruised, lay in the trash, her body covered in wounds, burns, and scars. She shivered with fever, her breathing labored. Bakari quickly lifted her into his arms, rushing to the hospital, his anger and determination clear: he would keep her safe and care for her, no matter what.

At the hospital, Bakari paced anxiously outside your room, waiting for you to regain consciousness. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged with a nod.

"She's waking up,"

The doctor said softly. Bakari rushed to your bedside, taking your hand in his. As your eyes fluttered open, he smiled gently.

"Ah..take it easy kiddo."