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A gentle breeze whispered through the trees as a full moon, like a silver coin, ascended in the twilight sky.
“What a stunning sight!” Norah breathed, stopping at the fountain. She watched in a daze as kids darted around
the fountain, their faces alight with joy, their watchful parents ever-present.
Gazing up at the moon, a pang of longing for her own family tightened her chest. Seeking solace, Norah perched
on a roadside bench, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to immerse herself in the music.
The soft glow of streetlamps illuminated her face, attracting glances from passersby.
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“Pretty lady, you're so sparkly!” A sweet voice shattered the serenity.
Norah's eyes fluttered open. A three-year-old girl, clad in a fluffy pink dress, blinked her giant eyes at Norah with
undisguised admiration.
Norah's lips curved into a genuine smile.
“Thank you, sweetie. You're pretty adorable yourself.” Gently ruffling the girl's hair, Norah inquired, “Where's
your mommy?”
The girl gnawed on a thumbnail, shaking her head solemnly. “Lost Mommy. You here to helpfind her, right?”
The little girl showed no fear, clinging to Norah's leg with an adorably persuasive pout. “Pretty lady, can you help
me?”
It turned out this girl was separated from her mother. Remarkably brave, she wasn’t a tearful mess, instead
calmly seeking help from strangers. A pang of protectiveness surged through Norah.
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With a gentle squeeze of the little girl's cheek, Norah promised, “Alright, let's find your mommy.”
The area wasn’t huge, but it lacked security personnel. Norah stowed her earbuds and crouched down, picking
up the little girl with surprising ease. The little girl clung to her neck silently, a quiet confidence radiating from
her.
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“Mommy must be worried sick,” she whispered, her voice barely a murmur.
“I'm sure she is,” Norah replied, holding her close.
They made their way to the busiest section of the park. A young woman, frantic with worry, was questioning
passersby. “Aurora! Aurora, where are you? Excuse me, have you seen my daughter? Three years old, pink
dress...”
Tears welled in her eyes as she received negative responses, her voice growing more desperate with each
inquiry.
“Aurora, cout! I'm so worried.”
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