Emma’s silent battle
Emma sat on the living room floor, holding her teddy bear like a shield. Her pale face contrasted unsettlingly with her usual vivacity. The adults’ quiet conversation hung over her, a haze of indecipherable worry. Despite the presence of her family, a sense of isolation enveloped her; the weight of experiences that no child should have to endure made her small figure seem even more diminutive in the midst of the shared grief.
Emma’s Silent Battle
Words of comfort
Lisa knelt gently beside Emma, her eyes full of tenderness and supplication. “Emma, we love you. And we’re very, very proud of you for coming forward,” she said sincerely, her voice working like a balm against the chaos. Each word carried meaning, filling the space with warmth. Emma’s small nod indicated acceptance, but the lingering shadow in her eyes was a sobering reminder of the long journey ahead.
Words Of Comfort
