Wewewe Stories

Hanako's childhood smelled of stale bread and hope. Her shoes were always one size too big, her schoolbag patched with mismatched thread. But in her eyes, the cracked pavement of her slum glittered like a path to something better. Every evening, she'd sit on their rusted balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky in colors she couldn't name but dreamed of wearing one day.🎀✨