" 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ? "

In the pouring rain, young Jimin, a seven-year-old with a heart as big as the sky, ran down the muddy road clutching a newborn baby girl tightly against his chest. The school coat, his only thield against the storm, now a protective cocoon for the fragile life he cradled. Each step he took was a dance between determination and desperation, his small feet splashing through puddles, his eyes fixed on the distant lights of the hospital.

The raindrops, like tears from the heavens, mixed with his own as he whispered comforting words to the sickly infant. "Hold on, little one, we're almost there," he murmured, his voice a symphony of hope in the symphony of the storm. His young soul, a beacon of compassion in a world of chaos, refused to let the darkness of the night swallow this innocent life.

Arriving at the hospital, soaked to the bone but with a fire in his eyes, Aarav pleaded with the nurses to save the baby girl. And in that moment, under the flickering hospital lights, his destiny intertwined with hers. Turning to his mother with eyes that held the weight of the world, he made a simple yet profound request, "Mom, can we keep her? Can we give her a home filled with love?" And in that moment, amidst the storm and the tears, a new chapter began for the young boy and the newborn girl, bound together by fate and the unbreakable thread of compassion.

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