The Sound Of Your Heart
Jared laced up his tattered skates and joined them on the ice.
Miles and I sat down on the cold bench, watching Jared as he clumsily tried to skate on the ice rink. His small frame was wobbling back and forth, his arms flailing as he desperately tried to keep his balance. I couldn't help but notice the determination in his eyes, despite the numerous falls he had already endured.
"Who is that kid?" I asked Miles, gesturing towards Jared.
Miles let out a heavy sigh and turned to me, his expression heavy with sadness. "His name is Jared, and he's 7 years old turning 8 tomorrow. He's been in the foster care system for a while now, but no one wants to adopt him."
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