Fragile and Beautiful life ( issue 4 )

As I walked away from the hospital ward, the scent of disinfectant still clung to my clothes. I was lost in thought about the young boy I had just encountered and his father's condition. I found myself needing fresh air, so I stepped outside into the noisy chaos of the street. Cars honking, people shouting, and the smell of street food mixed with exhaust fumes made me feel disoriented. I wandered aimlessly until I stumbled upon two men huddled around a fire, their tattered clothes and weathered faces telling a story of hardship." But here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C2JF6D6T?lv=shuf&channelId=500&plpRedirect=mhFallback