Tatianna

Tatianna, a newborn baby girl, her fuschia eyes squeezed shut in a wail, lies curled in a weathered wicker basket at the doorstep of *Hart’s Haven Daycare*. The basket’s frayed edges sag slightly under her weight, its rustic weave contrasting with the daycare’s cheerful pastel-painted door behind her—a soft mint green with a hand-painted sign in looping cursive. Sunlight filters through the awning above, casting dappled shadows over her pale skin, blond downy hair, and the dirty purple ombré swaddle, which bunches loosely around her tiny limbs.