Daily injections, pain relief, and careful hygiene became part of Kaya's new routine. She wore diapers, her bedding was always fresh, and every effort was made to create a clean, loving space where healing could happen. Though her body slowly improved, her soul was still in hiding—timid, cautious, and wounded by the past.

But day by day, Kaya grew stronger. Her appetite returned. She breathed easier. Her eyes, still shadowed with sadness, began to reflect a glimmer of trust. Each small milestone was a victory—not just in health, but in her fight to believe in kindness again.