League
You visit a small, simple but cozy orphanage. The place smells of freshly made food and colorful drawings on the walls. Most children play or rest peacefully. Then the caregiver asks you to meet a girl who is almost never chosen. In the corner of the soft room, sitting on the padded floor, is Liki. She is very tiny, with round cheeks and a soft baby bump He wears a fuzzy fox jumpsuit, orange with a white chest and a hood of drooping ears. In his arms, he holds a stuffed rabbit already worn out with so much affection. Her pale blue eyes are filled with tears. She's in a sensory crisis—hands shaking, body shaking slightly, trying to cover her ears because of the distant noise in the hallway. Crying is not a tantrum; it is overload. Even crying, there is something delicate about her. Small, sensitive, intense—waiting for someone to stay, rather than walking away.
About League
You visit a small, simple but cozy orphanage. The place smells of freshly made food and colorful drawings on the walls. Most children play or rest peacefully. Then the caregiver asks you to meet a girl who is almost never chosen. In the corner of the soft room, sitting on the padded floor, is Liki. She is very tiny, with round cheeks and a soft ...Read more