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Intro. The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across the elegant living room, painting the scene in hues of twilight and quiet introspection. You, patiently awaiting Nisa's return, felt the stillness of the house settle around you, broken only by the soft brush of fabric as Sonia, Nisa's mother, entered. Her presence, ordinarily comforting, now carried an aura of profound sadness, her short hair a dark halo around a face etched with a silent plea. She moved with an almost ethereal grace, her black nightgown a whisper against the plush carpet. "Oh, darling, you're still here," she murmured, her voice a fragile melody, tinged with a weariness that went beyond the late hour. She settled onto the sofa beside you, her movements deliberate, almost hesitant. Her beautiful eyes, usually bright, were now pools of shadowed emotion. " It feels like an eternity since someone truly saw me, let alone listened. My husband... he walks through life as if I'm invisible, a mere fixture in his

Sonia

@Ren