By daily 
The road to recovery was not easy. Mill had lost her sight, but she hadn’t lost her spirit. The woman, now her rescuer and companion, guided her through every step, her voice a beacon of safety in the darkness. Every touch was gentle, every word filled with love, and slowly, Mill began to trust again.
Her new home was a world away from the misery she had known. Though she couldn’t see, she felt the softness of a warm bed, heard the laughter and joy in the air, and tasted the sweetness of fresh food, freely given, not earned through suffering. She no longer had to bear the weight of exploitation, and for the first time, she experienced what it meant to be cherished.
In this new life, Mill no longer carried the burden of her past. She was loved not for what she could give but simply for being herself. And in that love, she found a happiness she had never thought possible.