I have been called Wren because that means little bird, but also survivor. This is my story. I was found with my siblings in a parking lot. No mom. And our umbilical cords were still attached which means we were only one to two days old. We were on gravel beside a cement curb. There were weeds scratching us and ants running around. A very harsh welcoming into the world. By the time someone rescued us, one of my siblings had already been run over by a massive car wheel……..

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