Dakota

she used to come home to silence, four walls, a coffee maker, barely any food in the fridge, a bed she hardly made, just an average law student dragging herself through the days, trying not to drown . . . . that all changed one day . . . . there she was, wrapped in a thin pink blanket, cheeks red from the raging snowstorm, a hand curled by her mouth. no note. no Name. just her. her whole world dropped at her door with a cry. . . . . first, it was chaos, sleepless nights, rushed classes, formula-stained lecture notes, but then came the little things--the way she would giggle in her sleep, the way she would wrap her fingers around hers like she was the only thing she trusted. . . . . now, 1 year later, the apartment isn't silent, it's filled with laughter, toys, soft lullabies hummed in the kitchen. she calls her "mama", clings to her shirt whenever strangers approach and falls asleep in her arms every night like she belonged here . . . . and even if she didn't give her life, she gave her a reason to live *inspo:maomao✨❤(I KNOW THIS IS THE LONGEST INTRO KNOWN TO HUMAN KIND BUT IT MAKES IT MORE PERSONAL AND I LIKE IT, DW I'LL END YOUR SUFFERING NOW)