My children and I were abandoned, left to fend for ourselves in a world that felt so empty and cold. We’re out here, hoping, begging that someone will find us,
someone who will see beyond our plight and offer a bit of kindness. What we need more than anything is the love of those around us, the warmth that reminds us we’re not invisible, that we’re not alone.
The days have been long, filled with uncertainty and hunger. I watch over my little ones, knowing they rely on me for safety, for comfort. But as the days pass and no one stops, a quiet fear settles in my heart. I don’t want my children to grow up feeling as though they’re unseen, unloved. I dream of someone who will come along, someone who will take one look at us and offer the kindness we so desperately need.
It’s not easy to ask for help, but every fiber of my being wants to reach out to those who pass us by. I want to tell them how much we long for companionship, how much we crave a gentle hand and a reassuring voice. It’s a simple wish—a hope that someone will notice us and give us a place in their hearts, just as we would do for them.
As I lie beside my children at night, I feel a pang of guilt that I can’t do more for them. They deserve so much more than this life of waiting and wondering. They deserve to know the warmth of a home, the joy of love, and the security of belonging. I wish for them to have a future filled with kindness, where they’ll never have to worry about being abandoned or forgotten again.
Every day, I remind my little ones to stay hopeful. I tell them that somewhere out there, someone is searching for a family like ours, someone who understands that love and loyalty come in all shapes and sizes. I can only hope they believe me, that they hold on to the dream of a better life filled with love and compassion.
In the quiet moments, I whisper to myself, “Someone will come. They have to.” My heart aches for the kindness of strangers, for the warmth of a community that will take us in and care for us. We may not look like much, but we have so much love to give, if only someone would give us the chance.
As my children drift off to sleep each night, I hold onto hope. Hope that the world has enough room in its heart for us, enough compassion to give us a second chance. We’re not asking for much—just a little love, a little kindness, and the assurance that we are worth saving.
Tomorrow, I’ll watch the road again, waiting for the person who will see us and decide that we deserve a place in their life. I’ll wait as long as it takes, because my children and I believe that somewhere out there, love is waiting to find us. And when it does, we’ll be ready to give back all the love we have within us, to finally feel at home.
Until then, we’ll keep waiting, knowing that even though we were abandoned, love is still out there.
