The Story of the Little Boy

He was just two years old when police brought him to Klokánek one spring evening. They had found him on the street with his mother, who was so intoxicated she could barely stand. The little boy ran around the station, restless and confused, lost in a world he couldn’t understand.

Soon, the truth came out. He had spent his short life traveling across Poland with his father, living a nomadic life fueled by petty theft. He had never learned the basics other children take for granted. When he arrived, it was shocking - he didn’t know how to feed himself, had never held a cup, didn’t recognize toys, and was terrified of water and even a simple potty. His tiny body was also weakened by illness and breathing problems.

He was used to being carried everywhere - his father had never let him down from his arms. But at Klokánek, the caregivers never lost patience. Day by day, they showed him what security, care, and love meant. Slowly, he changed. After a few months, he could eat by himself, drink from a cup, enjoy baths, play with toys, and laugh with other children. The frightened, sick little boy was becoming cheerful and curious.

And then, just as he was beginning to truly live, came an unexpected letter. The authorities decided he had to move to an orphanage. Not to a family, not to the foster home he so desperately needed - but to an institution with older children.

His story at Klokánek ended too soon. But he left behind the memory of a little fighter who, in just a few months, took a huge step - from fear and neglect into a world where he finally discovered joy.