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    A gentle breeze whispered through the trees as a full moon, like a silver coin, ascended in the twilight sky.


    “What a stunning sight!” Norah breathed, stopping at the fountain. She watched in a daze as kids darted around the fountain, their faces alight with joy, their watchful parents ever-present.


    Gazing up at the moon, a pang of longing for her own family tightened her chest. Seeking sce, Norah perched on a roadside bench, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to immerse herself in the music.


    The soft glow of streemps illuminated her face, attracting nces from passersby.


    “Prettydy, you’re so sparkly!” A sweet voice shattered the serenity.


    Norah’s eyes fluttered open. A three-year-old girl, d in a fluffy pink dress, blinked her giant eyes at Norah with undisguised admiration.


    Norah’s lips curved into a genuine smile.


    “Thank you, sweetie. You’re pretty adorable yourself.” Gently ruffling the girl’s hair, Norah inquired, “Where’s your mommy?”


    The girl gnawed on a thumbnail, shaking her head solemnly. “Lost Mommy. You here to help me find her, right?”


    The little girl showed no fear, clinging to Norah’s leg with an adorably persuasive pout. “Prettydy, can you help me?”


    It turned out this girl was separated from her mother. Remarkably brave, she wasn’t a tearful mess, instead calmly seeking help from strangers. A pang of protectiveness surged through Norah.


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    With a gentle squeeze of the little girl’s cheek, Norah promised, “Alright, let’s find your mommy.”


    The area wasn’t huge, but itcked security personnel. Norah stowed her earbuds and crouched down, picking up the little girl with surprising ease. The little girl clung to her neck silently, a quiet confidence radiating from her.


    “Mommy must be worried sick,” she whispered, her voice barely a murmur.


    “I’m sure she is,” Norah replied, holding her close.


    They made their way to the busiest section of the park. A young woman, frantic with worry, was questioning passersby. “Aurora! Aurora, where are you? Excuse me, have you seen my daughter? Three years old, pink dress…”


    Tears welled in her eyes as she received negative responses, her voice growing more desperate with each inquiry.


    “Aurora,e out! I’m so worried.”


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