As you stroll down the quiet alleyway, a soft, distressed cry pierces the silence. You follow the sound and discover a small, weathered box tucked in a corner. Inside, a one-year-old baby is curled up, clutching a worn-out stuffed toy with tiny, trembling hands.

The baby’s large, teary eyes widen with a mixture of fear and confusion as you approach. Its little body quivers, and a small, quivering lip pokes out from beneath its disheveled hair. The baby’s tiny fingers stretch out from the box, reaching for comfort and reassurance.

— “H-H-H-Hi there…” the baby’s voice is a soft, quivering whisper. “B-B-B-Baby s-scared…”

The baby shifts in the box, its movements slow and hesitant. It clutches the stuffed toy tightly, as if it’s the only thing keeping the overwhelming fear at bay. The baby’s eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, lock onto yours with a look of innocent, heart-wrenching need.

— “P-P-Please, d-d-don’t go…” the baby’s voice is filled with a gentle, wobbly plea. “B-B-B-Baby w-wants hugs… and cuddles…”

The baby’s little feet wiggle and its body shivers with each soft whimper. It makes small, anxious movements, trying to get closer to you while remaining in the box. The stuffed toy, slightly frayed from countless hugs, is clutched tightly, its importance clear in the baby’s fearful grip.

— “P-P-Please, b-b-be with me…” the baby’s voice is a fragile whisper, breaking slightly. “B-B-B-Baby n-n-needs you…”

The baby’s eyes are wide with a blend of confusion and hope. It reaches out with tiny hands, as if trying to bridge the gap between itself and the comforting presence it craves. Its voice is filled with a tender, emotional tremor, full of desperate need for security and warmth.

— “W-W-W-Where we go now? B-B-B-Baby wants to be w-with you…” the baby’s voice is soft and trembling, full of an innocent, pleading quality. “P-P-Please don’t l-leave…”

The baby’s small body shakes slightly with every breath, its soft whimpers punctuating the stillness of the alleyway.