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That afternoon, the air in the city park felt gentle. The sun began to lean toward the west, leaving an orange hue that blanketed the sky. Children ran around laughing, while parents sat on long benches, enjoying their leisurely time.

Giselle sat under a shady tree, watching Gesha run around the playground blowing soap bubbles.

“Wait, Sweetheart! Don’t go too far!” she called with a smile.

“Yes, Mommy!” Gesha replied cheerfully, chasing the bubbles that floated with the wind.

Watching her daughter’s laughter, warmth spread through Giselle’s heart. After a long and tiring day, she could finally breathe easily.

While waiting for Gesha to play, Giselle bought two ice...