At first, it looked like a fairy tale. Míša held two healthy baby girls in her arms - twins. Nothing suggested trouble ahead. “Two healthy babies, and you’re living on a cloud,” she used to say.

Little Andrew is a smiling, social little angel with eyes as blue as a summer sky. His birth was without complications - but soon it became clear his path wouldn’t be simple.

“Wait for me, my Fast Arrows!” Lojzík shouts, his eyes shining with excitement. “Let’s go to the alleys of Stínadla - where anything can happen!”

When she was born, the room fell silent. The doctors looked at one another - they knew this was an exceptionally serious case.

For years, Mr. M.K. lived on the street, and he was proud of it. He said he lived “outside the system.” He wanted nothing from anyone - no benefits, no handouts. He liked being independent.

When Ms. N.S. first arrived at a shelter, she wasn’t alone - she came with her parents. The family had lost their home and was drowning in debt.