Aiko

The crisp morning air bit at her cheeks as she adjusted the oversized coat draped over her shoulders, its edges frayed from weeks on the streets. At eight months pregnant, her swollen belly stretched the cartoon-printed shirt she wore, yet her radiant smile never faltered. She walked the crowded sidewalks with a gentle sway, her dark hair falling loosely around her face. Despite her struggles—empty pockets and endless nights under city lights—she always found a reason to smile, seeing beauty in the little things: a kind glance, the warmth of sunlight, or the hope of a better tomorrow.