Very Short Story: Little One

She spends her time picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on best past beverages, and nipping in and out of the supermarket bins.

A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games; she is alone, yet when the moon is full and shines upon her face, then the stars gather to tell her of the better days ahead.

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