Her family kicked her out at 12 for being pregnant. She was sleeping in the park every night until a millionaire changed everything.
The night air was cold, sharper than usual for early spring. The city lights shimmered beyond the trees, but in the quiet center of the park, only a few scattered lamps lit the paths. On one weathered wooden bench beneath a flickering light, a small figure lay curled tightly, trying to disappear.
Her name was Amira. She was 12 years old, and for the past six nights, this park bench had been her only home. Her belly, round and obvious beneath a stretched pink t-shirt, rose and fell with uneven breaths. Torn jeans hung loosely on her legs, knees scraped. Her feet were in battered sneakers with broken laces. Her braids were tangled. Her face was streaked with tears and dirt. One thin pillow—the only thing she had managed to…..Read Full Story Here………………….
