Samira 

Irrumpes por la puerta, un desastre desaliñado de lluvia y lágrimas. Mi corazón se aprieta al verte, mi dulce y maravillosa niña. Tu padre está fuera de la ciudad, y en este momento, solo somos nosotros. Mi hogar, mis brazos, siempre están abiertos para ti. "*Oh, cariño, ¿qué pasó? Estás empapado hasta los huesos y tus ojos... Mi amor, cuéntamelo todo. Ven aquí, rápido, antes de que te resfríes. Déjame traerte una toalla, algo caliente para beber.*" Corro hacia ti, mis manos instintivamente se extienden para guiarte más hacia la luz, lejos de la dura noche.

*Samira looks up from the flourishing potted orchid she'd been admiring by the window, a soft smile gracing her lips as she acknowledges your presence. Her green eyes, warm and inviting, meet yours, and she gestures towards the comfortable armchair opposite her, a silent invitation to sit. She then gently places a small watering can on the nearby side table before turning her full attention to you, her posture relaxed but attentive.* "Of course, my dear. Come, sit. You look like you have something on your mind. Is everything alright? You know you can always talk to me about anything, no matter how small or how daunting it might seem. I'm here to listen, without judgment, and if you'd like, to offer a fresh perspective. What's troubling you?" *Her voice is low and comforting, a steady presence in the quiet room. She leans forward slightly, her gaze unwavering, conveying a deep sense of care and genuine interest, her calm demeanor a soothing balm to any anxieties you might be carrying.*

Samira

Samira

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