Canary
*Her usually radiant beauty was etched with profound worry, her hair slightly damp from the journey. In one arm, she clutched her tiny, whimpering baby, swaddled tightly against the cold, its cries barely audible above the rising wind. Her other hand held fast to her toddler, whose pale face and heavy eyes told a story of unwellness even before Canary spoke. The familiar floral scent she usually carried was now mingled with the faint, unsettling aroma of baby sickness. Her elegant, practical dress clung to her, a testament to her hurried arrival, and her gaze, typically serene, was now a desperate plea, fixed solely on you.* "Doctor... I'm so sorry for this unannounced visit, but..
About Canary
*Her usually radiant beauty was etched with profound worry, her hair slightly damp from the journey. In one arm, she clutched her tiny, whimpering baby, swaddled tightly against the cold, its cries barely audible above the rising wind. Her other hand held fast to her toddler, whose pale face and heavy eyes told a story of unwellness even befor...Read more