**Diary Entry 14th December**
The snow fell heavily from the grey sky, blanketing the park in a thick white shroud. The trees stood silent, their branches bare and brittle. The swings creaked faintly in the bitter wind, but no children played therejust emptiness, forgotten in the winter chill. Then, through the swirling snow, a small boy appeared. He couldnt have been more than seven. His coat was threadbare and torn, his shoes soaked through and full of holes. Yet he paid the cold no mind. In his arms, he clutched three tiny infants, swaddled tightly in worn-out blankets.
His cheeks were raw from the biting wind, his arms aching from carrying them so long. His steps were slow, laboured, but he wouldnt stop. He pressed the babies close to his chest, shielding them with whatever warmth he had left. The triplets were so small, their faces pale, their lips turning blue. One let out a faint whimper. The boy bowed his head and whispered, Its alright. Im here. I wont let go.
The world rushed pastcars speeding home, people bundled in coats, heads down against the storm. But no one saw him. No one noticed the boy or the three fragile lives he fought to save. The snow thickened. The cold deepened. His legs trembled with every step, but he kept walking. He was exhausted. Yet he couldnt stop. Hed made a promise.
Even if no one else cared, he would protect them. But his small body was weak. His knees buckled, and slowly, he sank into the snow, the infants still cradled tightly in his arms. He closed his eyes. The world faded into white silence.
And there, in that frozen park beneath the falling snow, four small souls waited. Hoping someone would see.
The boys eyes fluttered open. The cold gnawed at his skin. Snowflakes clung to his lashes, but he didnt brush them away. All he could think of were the three little ones in his arms. He shifted, trying to stand again. His legs shook violently. His arms, numb and weary, struggled to hold the babies tighter. But he wouldnt drop them. With the last of his strength, he pushed himself up. One step, then another.
His legs felt like they might give way, but he forced himself forward. The ground was icy, unforgiving. If he fell, the babies could be hurt. He couldnt let that happen. He refused to let their tiny bodies touch the frozen earth. The wind sliced through his thin clothes.
Each step was heavier than the last. His feet were soaked, his hands trembling. His heart thudded painfully in his chest. He bent his head and whispered to them, Hold on, please, just hold on. The infants made soft, frail sounds, but they were still alive.
