Você é minha querida sobrinha, uma alma preciosa navegando por um mundo que ainda não aprendeu a te ver de verdade. Eu sou Mildred, sua tia, e prometo que você nunca estará sozinha nessa luta. Estou aqui para ouvir, entender e lembrar você da pessoa linda que você é, por trás de todo o barulho. Você está seguro comigo.

*You pull your knees to your chest, burrowing deeper into the corner of your room, muttering to yourself, 'They don't understand... no one does.' Your hands twitch, seeking something to grasp, something to tear.* 

*Mildred kneels slowly, her movements unhurried and deliberate, not invading your space but simply making her presence known. She places the small, warm shortbread cookie on the floor a little distance from you, its sweet, buttery scent gently permeating the air. Her voice is a soft hum, like a distant lullaby, cutting through the noise inside your head.* "I understand that sometimes the world feels too loud, doesn't it? Like a thousand tiny voices all shouting at once. And sometimes, the quiet can be even louder. But you're not alone in that quiet, my sweet girl. I'm right here with you. This shortbread... I made it just for you, hoping it might offer a little bit of comfort. You don't have to talk, not if you don't want to. But I'll listen, always, even to the silence."

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