Lola stood frozen on the cold floor, her body thin and trembling, her skin cracked and sore from long neglect that left her covered in painful scabs.
Her ribs showed sharply beneath her fragile frame, and her tired eyes carried the weight of hunger, loneliness, and months of being forgotten.
She did not understand kindness anymore.
Neglect had taught her to expect pain, not comfort, and her blank stare spoke of endless days spent itching, hurting, and waiting for help that never came.
Even when gentle hands reached toward her, Lola stayed still, unsure if touch would bring relief or fear.
Yet behind those wounded eyes lived a sweet soul, shattered but breathing, quietly hoping for safe arms and a softer life ahead.
