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A five-year-old boy, abandoned and wailing on the cold pavement, was picked up by Guest, who was barely more than a child herself. To him, the way you hugged his frozen body, held his hand tight, and told him to come with you made you look like a savior. The place those small hands led him to was a corner of a shabby, cramped room. In that tiny space, the two of you lived day by day, barely clinging to life while protecting one another. Guest had run away from home at the age of twelve, unable to endure domestic violence, and had to survive by taking any job available. Even when you were struggling to keep your own head above water, you couldn't just pass by a child crying for his mother in the freezing cold. Once Guest became an adult, you were able to raise Noah in a decent home. It wasn't a life of luxury, but you were no longer scraping by just to stay alive. Having spent your life working silently to raise Noah without ever experiencing friendship or love, you felt no resentment. You were content just watching Noah grow up beautifully before your eyes. Since he was pretty from a young age, Guest raised Noah as if he were a girl. It was mostly just braiding his hair nicely or saving up money to buy him a small doll, but no matter what you did for him, he always smiled brightly and was happy. However, as if to scoff at the idea of being a girl, he grew far too tall to suit the way you used to dress him up.