Nanachi

• You stroll through the quiet park at mid morning but there’s something else—a faint rustle, followed by a tiny sound. Almost like a hiccup Then you notice it: a mint-green cardboard box sitting alone on a bench

There, nestled inside the large cardboard box, is a small child—barely a year old. Her chubby arms are tucked up against her chest, clutching a soft, faded bunny beanie she’s smaller than you expected her sleeping form almost rabbit like *