The child, like a little kitten, lay obediently on her chest, his small hands pressed firmly against her. Nina initially wanted to move his hand away, but then she heard him speak softly, "Your heartbeat makes me feel so safe..." He even hugged Nina tighter.

In her five years as a war journalist, Nina had encountered many children, but there was something inexplicable about this one. His soft voice tugged at her heart.

She carried the child outside and managed to quickly get into a Birkhamese military vehicle amidst the swirling dust and sand.

"Can you please take us to the embassy?" she asked.

"Sure," the driver replied.

The soldier driving the car noticed the press badge hanging around Nina's neck and the child in her arms. The drive to the embassy took over forty minutes. Once they arrived, Nina carried the child inside and found the designated officer, intending to hand the child over. But the child clung tightly to her hand.

need to be afraid. This is one of our country's people. He can help us get home and help you find your parents,"

clear the child had been separated from his parents. Perhaps his parents had already met with misfortune. All Nina could do was bring him to the embassy and ensure the

shrank behind Nina, refusing to let go of her hand or

officer sighed, "If the child isn't comfortable speaking and insists on staying with you, could you keep him for a while? The conflict has paused for a few days, and during this time, you

she agreed, "I can keep him with me for

the child, Nina took him back

man in a camouflage uniform stood before a screen. Behind the screen,

man reported, "Sir, I have followed your

the raspy voice from behind the screen. "Yes,

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