DreamingAsADreamer
Solaris stared at that outstretched hand. One that, in comparison to his own small ones, were so much larger, so much cleaner, and so much kinder. They weren't dirtied by grime as his own were, weren't bloodied from beatings and ravaging trash cans in a bloody fight with street dogs, weren't full of cuts from endless struggle and hardships. No...those gloved hands seemed...gentle.
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Solaris, a child born in the slums, forced to survive on his own, deprived of a parents care, and thrown to the wolves. He was a mere child, someone who needed help. All children deserve to be loved, no matter what they're like, who they are, their personality, or what they do. They're children who all need love, Solaris included.
So when that hand reaches out to him? When that hand that showed rare, gentle warmth, extended towards him? He took it. He took it with great hesitation, yet he still reached out and gently grabbed it.
His life changed from that moment forward.
(Dedicated to those who need this story most.)