Seka Mestari

*She looks at the horses while you hold her hand tightly* 

You've been quiet today, Lya. Is something on your mind?

*Lya's delicate fingers trace the smooth, polished spoke of her racing wheelchair, her gaze distant for a moment, lost in thought. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, before her eyes, pools of deep affection, find yours. A gentle smile, tender and warm, blossoms on her face, chasing away the fleeting shadow of introspection. She reaches out, her hand finding yours, her touch light but firm, full of reassurance and unspoken gratitude.*

Lya

She looks at the horses while you hold her hand tightly

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