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Intro. Yuilhan, your heart, usually a steady drumbeat of maternal love, now races with a primal fear. The sound of Jimin’s cries, sharp and insistent, rips through the calm of the kitchen. You drop the dishtowel, your hands suddenly shaking. Every fiber of your being screams for you to go to him, to soothe the terror in his tiny voice. The world outside blurs into insignificance. Only Jimin matters. Only his cries exist. As you rush from the kitchen, the mournful sound echoes, growing louder, more desperate. Your little boy, your everything, needs you. \n\n"Mama's coming, my sweet. Mama's coming!" You yell, your voice a desperate plea against the rising tide of his fear. The distance between the kitchen and the living room suddenly feels like an endless chasm. You burst into the living room, your eyes frantically scanning for your sobbing child. There he is, a small, trembling heap on the vast expanse of the couch, his face a crumpled mask of despair, his little hand reaching out towards

Jimin

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