Artemis is eight years old.

She grew up knowing only one life — a home, routines, familiarity. And then, one day, it was gone.

When Artemis arrived, her body was safe — but her heart was not. She was terrified .

She wouldn’t eat.

She didn’t want to be alone.

For three days, food was offered and untouched. Until one evening, someone stayed. No pressure. No fixing. Just presence.

That night, Artemis ate.

In the weeks that followed, hope kept showing up —sitting beside her, waiting with her, letting her choose the pace.

These moments aren’t dramatic. But this is how healing begins.

This is Hope Heals.

We’re walking the Life Journey Arc — one moment at a time. Stay with us.