Historias de Abandonedchild

I pushed the bushes aside, and there sat a skinny young boy, maybe a toddler, with matted curly dark brown hair, hollow cheeks, and rags for clothes. I froze in shock until I finally found the words to say, "Hello, my name's Cleo. . . what's yours?" I spoke as softly and calmly as possible. He blinked his pretty grey eyes at me. "Mateo." . . . Imagine a half-eaten apple flies through the air and smacks you on the head. There's nobody around and no way for anyone to hide. Then, it happens again the next day and you do some searching and find a small child. Would you take him in? Help him find his parents?

She was abandoned before she was old enough to remember. But the heart never forgets. Amrit Shergill is twenty-six-brilliant, guarded, untouched by belief. In love. In family. In forgiveness. An advocate by day, a writer by night, she turns her life into language Because some truths are lighter when they arrive as fiction. A child of a broken marriage. A girl who learned early that silence could be a form of safety. The call comes without warning, carrying nothing urgent- Only an invitation, spoken with familiarity, As if distance were a reminder, not a barrier. A wedding. A return. A place she remembers only in fragments. She tells herself it is temporary. That she will attend, smile, leave. That memory cannot claim what has already survived forgetting. But some places remember us better than we remember them. Under one roof live strangers tied by blood, Conversations shaped by omission, Rooms heavy with what was never said. Faces pass without recognition- Until one pair of eyes lingers a moment longer than it should. The past does not explain itself. It waits. Patient. Certain. And as old truths begin to surface-through glances, through pauses, through words spoken without intention- Amrit is forced to confront what no one ever protected her from: Why silence became her shield, And what it cost her to carry it alone. This is not a story about forgetting. It is about remembering- What was taken. What was lost. And what still deserves to be chosen. One life. And a heart that remembers, Even when the mind refuses to.

Jason Silva had always been a lonely man who was cursed with bad luck in the love department which stopped his dreams of starting a family. When he meets a young girl named Stacy his life changes in the biggest way it possibly can.

It is a poem i wrote for my mother. It is a real story ,every detail.

As Harry walked around the busy streets of London, he heard what sounded like crying from a nearby alley. He walked towards the sound, curious. He looked down at a little boy, that couldn't be older than 5, curled up, hugging his knees to his chest, and resting his head on his arms, shaking. The little boy looked up, frightened. His eyes held loneliness, sadness, fear, and abandonment. Harry knew he had to do something. In a way, the little boy reminded Harry of himself when he was younger. Lonely, scared, sad.. and a hope to have a family that loved him for him.

Amy finds an abandoned child and brings it back to heartland. takes place in season 7

Ghost has one rule: don't need anything you can't get yourself. He's fifteen, from District 0 - the part of the city that doesn't appear on maps and doesn't produce the kind of people who end up in schools. He knows how to find food, read exits, and disappear into a crowd. He's been doing it alone since he was three years old. Then a man in a clean jacket starts leaving food on walls and coming back the next day regardless of what Ghost does about it. Kageshiro isn't a threat. He isn't a problem Ghost knows how to solve. He just keeps showing up - patient, warm, asking for nothing - until Ghost runs out of reasons to keep walking away. The Third District Academy is nothing like District 0. The students move differently, speak differently, take up space like they've never once had to calculate whether it was safe to. Ghost doesn't know how to be someone who belongs somewhere. But somewhere between a borrowed pen, a white hospital bandage, and a spare room with an east-facing window - he starts to learn.

Tommy has a secret that only Tubbo knows... He lives his life like a normal human being on the DreamSMP! (Non-humans are usually frowned apon) His life is not the best, but it's also not the worst, and he knows this, but it still hurts him sometimes. However... it all goes downhill when word of what he really is spreads around the server... All the art is made by me! It may take longer to make the art than the story. Have a good day and make sure to actually get some sleep every now and then! I will also try to respond to any and all comments! Warnings: Cussing Murder / Death C! Dream C! Wilbur LGBTQ PTSD / Trauma *May update it now and then*

Have you ever felt like your life is turned upside down? From 100 straight to 0? . . . Well, I have. *** Celandine is a little girl living in a small village. Though she only lives in a small modest house, she is happy. She is blessed with a good and caring family. But her world suddenly changed at her 15th birthday. I'm not their biological child?? Then who am I?

Based on the Original Letter written by her and addressed to the DSWD. (Department of Social Welfare and Development) dated May 23, 2011 (Note: The only edits made herein where the typographical and grammatical errors as well as narrative additions to provide complete recounts of the facts in various circumstances.It in no way affects or diminishes the authenticity and originality of the letter or the Authenticity of the Story )

15 year old Nam-kyu is a dancer of all genres; ballet, jazz, ballroom, tangos, and -especially- hip-hop. He can also sing and rap, but is always put down by his parents. They don't want him as a Idol, no they want him as a business man with a pretty face for their fashion line. Feed up with his constant talk of becoming an Idol, his parents kicks him out -yes at age 15 he was homeless. So he did the only thing he could think of. Going to the audition to become a trainee-idol. Will he pass? Who will he meet? How will he react? Will he open up, or stay closed off to others? Who will break his walls? Who will return after his success? Book Cover made by @paytonraek9898 RANDOM UPDATES! This is a BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondanj) FanFic, and my writing is horrible but please correct me. I look up facts and spelling for important-ish things, but if you think I have it wrong DO CORRCT ME!! I won't be mad.

"The child's scream came from a place of terror. She was abandoned in a place she didn't know, with no-one to guide her. "- What would you do if you were left alone in the water? No one to turn to? How would you escape the depths of the ocean?

Rider is an 8 year old boy who's life has revolved around rejection and disappointment. What will happen when he meets his new foster parents? Will they ditch him like all the others?

I want to create this story from my imagination because no one could ever have a life like this. So, I'm making it up in this book. Every night, I dream of different spaces and times, imagining a life beyond reality. In these dreams, I find myself lost in unfamiliar worlds, surrounded by people I know, yet they are nothing like the ones I remember. Even I am not myself. I believe: "The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible." One night, I was in a different space. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. Everything felt real, yet eerily distorted. I recognized faces from my life, but their personalities had shifted into something unrecognizable. And me? I wasn't even sure who I was. When I finally woke up, the memories of that world faded within minutes. But the lingering feeling remained-the unsettling thought that I wasn't just dreaming. What if I was slipping between realities? What if the lines between my dreams and the real world were beginning to blur?