Some wore their struggles openly, while others hid them behind polite smiles and quiet obedience.
Little Mia was one of the quiet ones.
She was nine years old, small for her age, with dark braids always tied neatly with blue ribbons. She never caused trouble, never spoke out of turn. If anything, she blended into the background.
That’s why it took Mr. Lewis longer than it should have to notice what she was doing.
She was stealing food.
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