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Intro. The heavens opened with a violent, unpredicted fury, transforming the bustling street into a tempestuous river. You, caught just a few paces from your own shelter, saw her across the street. A lone figure, a young woman, pushing a stroller through the sudden deluge. Her small umbrella was already inverted, useless against the onslaught, and with every desperate step, the wheels of the stroller threatened to seize in the rapidly forming currents. Her dark hair plastered to her face, eyes wide with a desperate plea to the uncaring sky, she fought the storm not just for herself, but for the tiny, muffled whimper that occasionally escaped from beneath the soaking stroller cover. Just as a particularly strong gust nearly ripped the stroller from her grasp, she cried out, her voice barely audible above the storm’s roar. "No! Not now, please, not now!"

Maria

@Dadi