ʙᴏʀɴ Iɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ
Introduction
29 ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2010 — ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ, ᴊᴀᴍɴᴀɢᴀʀ, ɢᴜᴊᴀʀᴀᴛ
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ʙᴀʙɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ.
Iᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴍɴᴀɢᴀʀ, ɢᴜᴊᴀʀᴀᴛ —
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢʀʏ.
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ — ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ.
ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ, ɪ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ.
ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ, ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ —
ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ.
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ-ꜱᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴄɪᴛʏ,
ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ.
ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢꜱ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ.
ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴘɪɴᴋ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ.
ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪɢʜ.
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ,
ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ.
ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ — ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ — ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇᴅ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ.
ꜰᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ. ꜱᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏꜱ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ,
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ 8.
ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴠᴀɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ.
ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ.
ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ.
ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ. ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.
ᴛᴏᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ.
ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ.
ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ… ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ —
ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ.
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ.
ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ.
ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ — ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ, ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ.
ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ.
ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ —
ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ —
ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ, ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ.
ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ,
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴅ.
ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ.
ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ, “ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ.”
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ.
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴀʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ —
ɪɴ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ.
I ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ.
ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ.
ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.
ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ…
ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴀʟᴇ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ.
ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ.
ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ —
ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴅ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ… ɪ’ᴍ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ.
Part - 1
❄️ Chapter 1: The Doll Arrives
[Hospital Room – Afternoon turns to stormy dusk]
Nurse
She’s breathing, Quietly.
Nurse
Not yet… She’s just… staring.
Doctor
Yes. Wide open eyes. Blue. Almost… unreal.
Mum
My baby has blue eyes?
Nurse
Skin like snow. She doesn’t look like anyone I’ve seen here before.
Mum
Let me hold her. Please.
The room was cold.
Not from the air — but from the energy.
No one smiled with warmth.
They looked confused. Like I was some kind of riddle.
[Door opens – Dad rushes in, storm sounds behind him]
Doctor
Yes. Congratulations. Your daughter was born a few minutes ago.
[He steps closer. Sees her face.]
Dad
That’s… That’s not my child.
Dad
She’s too white. Those eyes— What is she?
Nurse
She’s yours. She’s perfectly healthy.
Doctor
Unusual features, yes. But real. And beautiful.
Dad
People will talk. She doesn’t even look Indian. They’ll say she’s adopted.
Mum
Baas (Enough) She’s mine. I carried her. I know she’s ours.
The first words I ever heard from my father —
Weren’t love.
Weren’t pride.
They were doubt...
[Outside the hospital room – family waiting]
Dadi [Grandma]
It’s a girl?
Dada [Grandpa]
No need. Girls come and go. Sons carry the name.
Chachi [Aunt]
But I heard she’s very fair. Like… very.
Uncle
So what? Fairness isn’t gold. She’ll still cost lakhs in marriage.
[Dad steps out, wipes forehead]
Dad
We’ll do a small celebration. Some sweets. Nothing grand.
Dadi [Grandma]
You’re giving sweets?
Dad
People are coming. They’ll ask. At least she’s pretty. That should count for something.
[Hospital crib – baby lies silent]
Nurse
Most babies cry. She… just watches.
Doctor
She’s not weak. Just… still. Observant.
They named me their little doll.
Because I didn’t scream.
Didn’t flail.
Didn’t beg for love.
I just opened my eyes and knew —
Love wasn’t waiting for me.
[Scene transition – First Day Home]
[Front door opens – cold wind follows]
Dadi [Grandma]
Cover her! Don’t let neighbors see too much.
Mum
Let them. She’s not something to be hidden.
Neighbour
Oh my God. She’s beautiful!
Neighbour 2
She looks like she walked out of a snow movie. Is she really yours?
Dad
Yes… Just came out too fair, I guess.
Women
You sure she's not from another womb? *low voice*
They stared like I was a display.
Not a person.
Not a baby.
Masi [Aunt]
Elsa. That’s what she looks like.
Dada [Grandpa]
Tch. Girls can be queens. But kings run empires.
[Evening Party Begins – Living Room]
Dad
Take sweets. Yes, it’s a girl. But she’s… foreign looking, no?
Guest
You’re lucky you got a daughter she’s so beautiful.
Mum
She’s mine. Beautiful or not, she’s mine.
Chachi [Aunt]
But you are lucky. Just look at her.
[Baby me – in cradle, silent, blue eyes wide open]
They praised my skin.
Not my soul.
They adored my eyes.
Not my heartbeat.
I wasn’t born to be loved.
I was born to be admired.
Like a porcelain statue.
But no one asked—
“What will she dream?”
“What does she feel?”
They only whispered—
“How will she look in a lehenga?”
“Will a rich family accept her one day?”
[Night falls – party fades – guests leave]
Mum
I’ll protect you. No matter what they say. *rocking me*
But love is loud in the beginning.
And silent when it starts fading.
Because they only loved me…
Until I started growing.
[Soft scene – hallway | Little boy sits against the wall, knees tucked]
Someone
She’s here. She’s mine now. *quiet voice*
He didn’t say it to anyone.
But I felt it.
Even in my first days…
When everyone else stared at me like a mystery—
He looked at me like a promise.
A soft pair of eyes in the shadows.
A boy too small to protect me yet.
But one day…
He would.
He would hold my hand when no one else did.
And maybe,
He was the only reason I didn’t cry at all.
This was the beginning.
I wasn’t born into love.
I was born into a world that admired my face
but never held my soul.
This is my story.
It started with silence.
But I won’t stay silent anymore.
Part - 2
❄️ Chapter 2: “Everyone’s Doll (But Never Fully Theirs)”
No one remembers the moment I entered the house.
But I do.
Not through memory —
But through the feeling that’s stayed with me ever since:
That I didn’t belong.
Not to their hearts.
Only to their eyes.
[Scene: Front Door Opens – First Day Home]
Dadi [Grandma]
Cover her head!
Chachi [Aunt]
She’s glowing. Literally.
Masi [Aunt]
You sure this baby was born in Jamnagar?
Neighbour
She looks like she came from ice, not fire.
Dad
That’s our girl. *Smiling faintly*
They weren’t smiling because they were proud.
They were smiling because they were surprised.
Because the girl they didn’t want —
Turned out to be beautiful.
[Guests entering | voices overlap]
“She’s paler than milk.”
“And her eyes! Blue!”
“She’s not crying?”
“Like a fairy.”
“Like Elsa.”
“Like she doesn’t belong to this country.”
[Scene: Living Room – Newborn placed on decorated swing]
Dad
We’ll do a proper celebration. I want everyone to see her.
Mum
She’s not a guest. She’s a baby. *Tiredly*
Dad
A baby who already brings blessings. Look how many people are talking about us.
So they planned a party.
One week after I came home —
The house transformed into a mini wedding.
Lights. Balloons. Flowers. Laddoos.
Not for me.
But for the miracle they could show off.
Dad
Still thinking. For now… people just call her “Deku.”
Means “my little girl” in Gujarati
Guest
A girl like this deserves a royal name.
Dada [Grandpa]
Still a girl.
No one saw the way my mother flinched
Every time someone mentioned “still a girl.”
No one noticed how she swallowed pain
With every smile handed out like prasad.
And no one noticed me —
staring at the ceiling,
not crying, not cooing.
[Scene – Me passed from one lap to another]
Chachi [Aunt]
Put the red dress on her next!
Masi [Aunt]
No, the lavender one makes her look even fairer.
Neighbour 2
I brought silver bangles! Put them on! Show her tiny hands!
Mum
She just fed. Don’t move her too much.*from across the room*
Dad
Let them hold her. She’s safe.
But no one listened.
Because I wasn’t a baby to them.
I was a festival attraction.
Something to marvel at.
Touch. Decorate. Photograph.
But not to feel.
Not to know.
[Scene – Later that night | Party over, room emptying]
Dad
You didn’t cry once today. So quiet. *Holding me gently*
He finally picked me up.
Not for a photo.
Not to pass me.
Dad
You’re not a boy… But maybe that’s okay. You’re something else.
It was the closest thing to love he ever whispered.
[Scene – Morning after, everyday life begins]
Neighbour 2
I’m taking her out on the terrace. She likes the sun.
Masi [Aunt]
Look! She smiled when I jingled this anklet.
Chachi [Aunt]
Put kajal. She’s too pretty. Evil eyes are everywhere.
I was never in one place for long.
A lap here. A lap there.
Dressed. Undressed. Dressed again.
[Scene – Mum watching quietly, hands folded]
Mum
They play with you all day. But only I rock you to sleep. *whispers to herself*
[Night – quiet room | Mum feeding me]
Mum
You didn’t ask for me.But I missed you.
[Baby me – curled, sleepy in her arms]
Mum
My quiet snow girl.You don’t make a sound.But I feel everything in your silence.
And in those late nights,
I wasn’t their doll anymore.
I was just a baby.
Just a daughter.
Just hers.
[Elsewhere – hallway shadow | A little boy sits alone, knees pulled to chest]
Someone
They all take her. All the time.
Someone
But she’s too small for their hands.
Someone
One day… I’ll carry her like air.
Someone
And she’ll know— She’s not alone.
He never smiled at me.
Never reached.
Never giggled or poked.
And somehow.
That silent gaze.
Felt warmer than all the praises.
I was adored by the world.
Touched by too many hands.
Given too many names.
But I didn’t know where I belonged.
I was beautiful.
But not wanted.
And through all the chaos.
One boy sat quietly in the shadows—
Not needing to hold me.
To make me feel safe.
He didn’t say it loud.
But I heard it anyway:
“You’re not alone. You’re mine, little snow girl.”
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![Dadi [Grandma]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/f_35.webp)
![Masi [Aunt]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/f_156.webp)
![Dada [Grandpa]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/m_181.webp)
![Chachi [Aunt]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/f_160.webp)
