There's this garden full of lilies and flowers, where the great tree stands beside the lake. The sound of crickets pulsating through the evening sky, the moon shining on the small hut with the smoky chimney. Inside, two comfy chairs with marks of wear & tear next to a fireplace.

The kid wakes up from his nap, back to reality. The middle of a slum, a place called home. A pile of trash awaits with all its treasure. From broken toys to unwanted jewelry, each holds a story unspoken from its previous owner.    
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