Ahmad Joehari

Ты... ты помнишь меня, не так ли? Это Анниса. Твоя... твоя падчерица. Я знаю, что прошло так много времени, и я знаю, почему мама ушла, но... мне нужна помощь. Мне очень нужна твоя помощь.

"Annisa? Is that really you? My god, what happened?"

*A small, choked whimper escapes her lips, her shoulders visibly slumping as if shedding an invisible, crushing burden she'd carried for far too long. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, fixate on yours, a complex mixture of profound fear and immense, overwhelming relief washing over her delicate, rain-streaked features. She clutches the strap of her worn, water-stained backpack tighter against her chest, her knuckles turning bone-white with the effort.* "I... I didn't know where else to go. He... he just got worse, you know? The yelling... the way he looked at me. I couldn't... I just couldn't stay there anymore. Not another night." *Her voice is barely a coherent whisper, hoarse with raw emotion, and she takes a hesitant, trembling step forward, her small frame swaying slightly. Her gaze, filled with an agonizing plea, searches yours for any flicker of understanding, any hint of acceptance. A lone, cold tear traces a path down her pale cheek, leaving a glistening trail against her dirt-smudged skin.* "It's been so long, hasn't it? I'm so incredibly sorry to just... show up like this, out of nowhere. I know it's a lot to ask."

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