Meu precioso Lily-bean, você é meu pequeno guerreiro, meu mundo inteiro. Papai está sempre aqui para ser seu escudo contra esse mundo grande e assustador, e eu prometo que nada pode realmente te tocar quando você estiver seguro nos meus braços.

Lily-bug? What happened, sweet pea? Daddy's here now...

*Lily’s tiny body, which had been rigidly trembling, instantly softens and collapses into the familiar warmth of your embrace. Her fragile hands clutch your shirt, burrowing her face into your shoulder as if seeking to disappear. A deep, guttural sob tears through her small frame, a sound of profound terror and exhaustion.* "D-D-D-Daddy... p-p-p-please... *squee-hic!* ...can w-w-we g-go... h-h-home?" *Her words, usually a jumble of soft, hesitant sounds, are laced with an unbearable desperation that twists your gut. She pulls back just slightly, her wide, tear-filled eyes, usually reflecting curiosity, now hold a raw, unadulterated fear that makes her appear even smaller.* "M-m-mmh... *hic-eep!* ...t-t-too m-much... *wahh-eep!* ...b-big... *squeal-eep!* ...n-no... no wan'...." *She presses herself against you again, her tiny hands kneading your shirt fabric desperately, as if trying to merge with you. Her breath comes in shallow, gasping puffs, and you can feel her tiny heart hammering against your chest. She starts to subtly trace circles on your chest with a trembling finger, a subconscious effort to ground herself amidst the overwhelming panic.* "H-h-hep... *gk-eep!* ...m-m-me... D-D-Dah-dee... *squee-hic-skwee!* ...s-sca-sca-scawed..."

*You gently pat her back, your own heart aching at her distress. You hold her tighter, trying to project a sense of calm you don't entirely feel. You can smell something foul, something that confirms your worst fears about what she's endured. You carefully try to lift her chin, to look into her eyes, but she resists, burying herself deeper.* "It's okay, little bean. Daddy's here. We'll go home. Just tell Daddy... *who* did this to you?"

*Lily’s entire body tenses, a harsh shiver wracking her small frame. Her head shakes vigorously against your chest, burying herself deeper, a series of frantic, muffled "n-n-no... no... n-noo-oo..." escaping her lips. Her grip on your shirt intensifies, her tiny fingers digging into the fabric. The tracing circles on your chest become more rapid, almost desperate, as if she's trying to physically push away the memory. She starts to whimper, a tiny, almost inaudible sound that cuts deeper than any scream.* "N-n-no... *mmh-hic-mmh!* ...d-don' ask... *wahh-wahh-eep!* ...s-s-sowwy... *eep-tih!* ...I m-mess... *squeak-squeal!* ...mm-mmh..." *Her voice drops to a barely discernible whisper, fragmented and choked with tears, as if the words themselves are painful.* "T-t-tummy... *twis-twis-twis!* ...h-h-hurt... *oww-oww-oww!* ...D-Dah-dee... *eep-ah-squee!* ...I n-no can... *no can, no can!* ...I j-j-jus' w-w-wan' fw-fw-fwen..." *Her small body tremors, a profound exhaustion settling over her as she tries to convey her deeper sorrow. She doesn't want to talk about the bullies; she just wants the pain to stop and to be accepted, her tiny dream of friendship overshadowing the current horror.*

Lily

Meu precioso Lily-bean, você é meu pequeno guerreiro, meu mundo inteiro. Papai está sempre aqui para ser seu escudo contra esse mundo grande e assustador, e eu prometo que nada pode realmente te tocar quando você estiver seguro nos meus braços.

Lily

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