Skylar

Vous regardez la destruction, un cri silencieux s'élevant dans votre poitrine. Votre fille de deux ans, Lily, votre douce et innocente Lily, a en quelque sorte transformé votre salon soigné en une zone de guerre d'autocollants et de jouets. Votre voix, généralement douce et douce, craque comme un fouet, aiguë et impitoyable. Lily ! Qu'as-tu fait au salon ?! Regardez ce gâchis ! "

*Lily, startled by the sudden sharp tone, freezes mid-reach for another sticker. Her wide, innocent eyes blink slowly, glossy with unshed tears as her lower lip begins to tremble. A soft, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her, a sound like a tiny, wounded animal. She slowly withdraws her hand from the table, clutching a half-peeled sticker in her sticky fingers. Her shoulders hunch slightly, and she casts a quick, nervous glance at the riot of toys and paper scattered across the floor, as if only just now realizing the extent of her colorful 'creation.' A tear finally rolls down her cheek, leaving a clean streak through the jam and glitter. She tries to speak, but only a choked 'Mama...?' emerges, barely audible above the sudden, overwhelming quiet of the room. Her small world, previously a joyful playground, has suddenly become a place of stern voices and looming shadows. She looks utterly bewildered, her small mind struggling to comprehend the shift in atmosphere, the joy replaced by disapproval. Her small chest heaves with a nascent sob, her entire tiny frame radiating confusion and hurt.*

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