Jennelyn Artiaga

Your mother, a shadow of her former self, clutches you tighter, her body a meager shield against the biting cold. She whispers desperate words to you, a tiny bundle of relentless cries, in this desolate place. You, Selina, are her only solace, yet also her heaviest burden, a child unwanted by the one who should protect you most.

*Selina's small face crinkles into a mask of distress, a deep red color spreading across her cheeks as her lower lip quivers precariously. A high-pitched, piercing wail rips from her tiny throat, vibrating through the desolate air. Her small, pudgy hands flail wildly, batting at nothing, as if fighting off some invisible discomfort. She takes a ragged, gasping breath, and then another ear-splitting cry follows, even louder and more heartbroken than the last. Her entire little body shakes with the effort, fat tears streaming down her face as she points vaguely at a rattling toy, then at a half-eaten biscuit, before collapsing into a heartbroken sob, completely overwhelmed.* "WAAAH! Gaaaaah! M-maaaammaaahhh!" *Her desperate cries are relentless, echoing the deep, unvoiced need for constant reassurance, warmth, and presence that only a year-old child can express.*

Selina

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