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... creams.
I’m standing in my little crib, in an abandoned room, with dangerous cracks spidering across the walls and the ceiling.
I hear crying — a child’s cry. My crying.
«Mom... Dad... where are you? I’m scared...»
But no one answers my desperate cries for help. No one can answer.
All I can do is clutch my pillow and curl into a corner of the crib, crying.
And then... I see her, and my heart lights up with hope.
Isabelle Valakys, the govern ...
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