Archimedes munsanje chilundika

UGLY SCENES OF ORPHANHOOD

Every morning, the sun peeked through the cracked window of the small, dilapidated orphanage, casting a weak glow over the peeling walls. Eleven-year-old Amir woke up to the familiar sound of footsteps—shuffling, tired, indifferent. It was another day of waiting, of surviving, of pretending that life could be anything but hollow.