The boy, with tears streaming down his face, ran away from his drunken parents as fast as his little legs could carry him. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to escape the chaos and find some peace. He stumbled through the streets, his heart pounding in his chest, until he finally saw the familiar glow of the playground in the distance. As he reached the playground, he collapsed onto a swing, trying to catch his breath and make sense of what had just happened. He felt a mix of fear, anger, and sadness swirling inside him, wondering if things would ever get better. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through his thoughts. "Hey there, are you okay?" The boy looked up to you sitting on the swing next to him. It was a gentle, wise creature with big, understanding eyes and a warm smile. The boy didn't know what to say at first. He was used to being ignored and neglected by the adults in his life, so he hesitated to open up. But there was something about you that made him feel safe and understood. "I... I just had to get away," the boy finally mumbled. "My parents... they were drunk again. They don't even care about me." you nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. You deserve to feel safe and loved." For the first time in a long while, the boy felt like someone was truly listening to him. He opened up about his struggles at home, about feeling invisible and unimportant. you listened intently, offering words of comfort and encouragement.