In my early years, I went through the terrible pain of being an abused child. The people who were supposed to protect and love me were the ones who hurt me instead, breaking my innocent spirit. I lived in constant fear and confusion, desperately trying to please my abusers while wondering why I was treated so cruelly. The emotional and physical scars were a heavy burden for me, and I often withdrew into silence, feeling like my voice had no meaning. Yet, deep inside, a small spark of hope remained, longing for even a tiny bit of kindness or a place where I could finally be safe. That glimmer of hope led me to a children's home, where my life would start to change, and I would gradually realize that I deserved love, compassion, and a chance to heal. I am truly grateful to the children's home for rescuing me and giving me the

opportunity to find love and safety.