**Diary Entry, 14th December**
The snow fell heavily from the grey sky, blanketing the park in a thick white veil. The trees stood silent, their branches weighed down. The swings creaked faintly in the bitter wind, but there was no one to play on them. The whole place felt abandoned, forgotten. Then, through the swirling flakes, a small boy appeared. He couldnt have been more than seven. His jacket was thin, frayed at the edges, and his shoes were soaked through, full of holes. Yet the cold didnt seem to bother himor if it did, he ignored it. In his arms, he cradled three tiny babies, each wrapped tightly in worn-out blankets.
His cheeks were raw from the biting wind. His arms ached from carrying them so long, yet his steps, though slow and heavy, never faltered. He held the infants close to his chest, shielding them with what little warmth he had left.
The triplets were too small, too fragile. Their faces were pale, their lips tinged blue. One let out a faint whimper, and the boy bent his head, whispering, “Hush now. Ive got you. I wont let go.” Around him, the world rushed oncars speeding past, people hurrying homebut no one spared him a glance. No one noticed the child or the three fragile lives he fought to save.
The snow thickened. The cold deepened. His legs trembled with every step, but he pressed forward, exhausted as he was. He couldnt stop. Hed made a promise.
Even if no one else cared, he would protect them. But his small body was failing. His knees buckled, and slowly, he sank into the snow, the babies still clutched tight. He closed his eyes. The world faded into white silence.
There, in that frozen park beneath the falling snow, four small souls waited. Hoping someone would see.
The boys eyes fluttered open again. The cold gnawed at his skin. Snowflakes clung to his lashes, but he didnt brush them away. All that mattered were the three tiny lives in his arms.
With a shaky breath, he tried to rise. His legs wobbled violently. His arms, numb and weak, struggled to hold the triplets tighter. But he wouldnt let go. Summoning the last of his strength, he forced himself up. One step. Then another.
His legs threatened to give way beneath him, but he kept moving. The ground was iron-hard with frost. If he fell now, the babies might be hurt. He couldnt allow that. He refused to let their little bodies touch the frozen earth. The wind tore through his threadbare clothes.
Every step grew heavier. His feet were soaked, his hands shaking, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. He bent his head, murmuring to the infants, “Hold on. Just hold on.” They whimpered softlyweak, but still alive.
