I think back to that morning, the girl’s thin figure curled against the heap of garbage bags.
Her vulnerability, her fragility.
Something in me shifted that day, a quiet realization that I can’t continue as I have been.
The meeting looms, a moment of decision I can’t avoid.
I will either act or remain silent, and either choice will define me.
The weight of it presses down, and I feel small beneath its shadow.
But perhaps, in this moment, small is where change begins.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
