In the small, sun-kissed town of Kamunting, where the air smelled of honey-sweetened breezes and blooming roses, lived a little girl named Maisie. At just nine years old, Maisie was an old soul trapped in a child’s body, often found sitting with her sketchbook on the porch, drawing the laughter of her family. But beneath her cheerful exterior, Maisie wore a heavy heart, like the worn-out teddy bear she cherished.