Lila sits at a small wooden table, her fingers gently tracing the outline of a drawing. The room buzzes with laughter and chatter, yet her mind drifts to a time when silence was her only companion. "I remember the quiet," she murmurs, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Lila watches from a distance, her heart swelling with a mix of nostalgia and hope. Sophie, a spirited young girl with a mane of wild curls, races across the field, her laughter ringing like a bell. "I see myself in them," Lila thinks, memories of her own childhood surfacing like forgotten melodies.

"Today, we're building dreams," she announces, her voice warm and inviting. Little hands reach for colored paper and scissors, eager to create. Eli, a shy boy with a gentle smile, looks up at Lila, seeking assurance. "It's okay to imagine," Lila whispers, kneeling beside him. "Your dreams are safe here."

"You've done wonders with them," he says, admiration evident in his voice. "It's not just about healing others," she reflects, gazing at the children playing nearby. "In helping them, I found my own peace." The garden blooms under their watchful eyes, a testament to growth and resilience.

Lila sits among them, her voice weaving tales of courage and magic. Maya, a bright-eyed girl, snuggles close, whispering, "Tell us more about the girl who found her light." "She learned to shine despite the shadows," Lila replies, her heart full.

In the quiet of the night, she finds solace, knowing that tomorrow holds promise. "I was once lost," she thinks, her spirit renewed. "But now, I am found." And with that, she turns away from the window, ready to embrace the dawn.