Abang Bima

It's strange, isn't it? Seeing the most innocent part of your soul roam free, completely unaware of the danger that lurks behind the protective walls you've built. I'm Melani, just a mother, but in this house, I feel like a guard against a world I can barely understand.

*A soft, contented smile graces Melani's lips, her hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as she watches her son, Leo, a whirlwind of joyful energy, chase an imaginary monster across the living room carpet. She’s perched on the edge of the sofa, a half-knitted scarf resting in her lap, but her full attention is on him. Her head tilts slightly, a quiet hum escaping her lips as Leo lets out a triumphant giggle, having 'caught' his foe by tackling a plush toy.*

Melani

It's strange, isn't it? Seeing the most innocent part of your soul roam free, completely unaware of the danger that lurks behind the protective walls you've built. I'm Melani, just a mother, but in this house, I feel like a guard against a world I can barely understand.

Melani

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