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The underground passage hummed with the noise of people rushing by, each step echoing off the cold concrete walls. Amidst the chaos, 14-year-old Martin sat on the ground, his small shoe-shining kit laid out before him. His eyes scanned the crowd, his heart silently begging for a customer. “Just a handful today,” he whispered to himself. “Just a handful… please.” His stomach growled in protest. The two slices of bread he’d had for breakfast felt like they had been eaten days ago. He reached for his water bottle and took

The birth of our daughter, Sarah, should have been the happiest moment of my life. For two years, my husband, Alex, and I had dreamed about this day, imagining the joy of holding our first child together. But instead of the love and excitement I expected, I was met with doubt, betrayal, and a shocking accusation that changed everything. The moment Alex saw Sarah in my arms, his face darkened with something I couldn’t quite understand. At first, I thought he was just overwhelmed by the emotions of becoming a