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The transformation was not magical. It did not erase her pain, her memories, or the scars left by a life lived on the streets. But it offered her something equally powerful: a tangible sense of future, a vision of herself that could exist beyond mere survival. The act of being tended to, of being valued, of being restored bit by bit, was radical in its simplicity. In the mirror, she did not see someone else; she saw herself returned, reclaimed from the shadows of loss and neglect. And in that reflection, she glimpsed a life she could still reach for, one that included hope, dignity, and the quiet courage to believe she deserved to be seen, known, and loved.