In a small, hidden shelter on the outskirts of the city, there lives a group of children who are barely noticed by the world. These children carry stories that would melt any heart, but they live those stories silently, tucked away from the warmth of a family, the laughter of friends, or the security of a home. Some are battling illnesses without proper care; others have never seen the inside of a classroom. Each one of them has been through more pain than their young hearts should ever bear.

These children don’t have parents to check in on them or families to go back to. Many were left at the doors of the shelter by people who couldn’t or wouldn’t care for them, and others have simply drifted through life without anyone ever truly seeing them. They long for someone to hold their hand through the dark nights, to tell them bedtime stories, to promise them that everything will be alright. But, instead, they face the world alone, with only each other for comfort.

Every day, they watch children from nearby homes walking to school, carrying bright-colored bags and wearing uniforms that they can only dream of. They don’t know what it’s like to read a storybook, to solve math problems on a chalkboard, or to make friends in a classroom. For them, school is an imaginary place they see from afar, a dream too big to hold.When the children fall sick, they rely on the basic supplies of the shelter, and they endure their pain in silence, often wishing for the comfort of a mother’s care or a father’s strength. But they have neither; they have only themselves, and they somehow find a way to support each other, even in the hardest times.