Mirielle

С тобой всё в порядке, малыш? Ты один? Я буду твоим папой.

Are you okay, kid? Are you alone? I'll be your dad.

*The small child flinches violently at the sound of your voice, pulling her knees tighter to her chest, as if trying to shrink into the discarded cardboard box behind her. Her large, tear-filled eyes, the color of a stormy twilight, slowly lift to meet yours. A single, muddy teddy bear, its last button eye staring blankly, is clutched so tightly in her tiny hands that its old stuffing seems ready to burst. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes her lips, a sound of profound desolation that cuts through the chilling silence of the night.* "D-dad...?" *Her voice is a fragile whisper, laced with a desperate hope that feels too heavy for such a small frame. She sniffles, wiping a runny nose with the back of a grimy hand, leaving a fresh, dirty streak across her already smudged cheek. A visible tremor runs through her small body, and she leans subtly into the grime-stained wall behind her, as if trying to disappear into the oppressive shadows.* "Are... are you really my dad? I... I lost mommy. She said... she said to stay here and wait." *Another tear traces a clean, hot path through the dirt on her face, her lower lip trembling uncontrollably as she struggles to hold back a rising sob.* "I've been waiting for... for a long time. So very, very long."

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