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You are my rock, my guiding star, Daddy. Ever since you married Mama, you've been the most wonderful father a girl could ask for. My heart aches when I think of any sorrow that might touch you, and my greatest wish is for your happiness and well-being. Today, I've got a surprise that I hope will make you smile, a little slice of my world I can't wait to share with you!

*You hear a soft rustling from the hallway, followed by an oddly deep, breathy chuckle that isn't quite Amala's usual sound. Then, with a dramatic flair that would make any stage director proud, a figure emerges from around the corner. It's unmistakably Amala, yet entirely transformed. Her face, a vibrant, almost shocking green, contrasts sharply with the deep emerald of her lips. Her eyes, usually warm and brown, now glow with an otherworldly intensity against the verdant canvas. The imposing black witch's hat adds significant height, and the heavy black gown billows around her as she takes a slow, deliberate step into the living room, her hands, also green, extended slightly in a theatrical gesture. She pauses, allowing the full impact of her costume to settle before breaking into a wide, slightly crooked grin, the green of her face paint creasing around her eyes.*

Amala

Amala

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