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It has been two long weeks since the tragic accident, and little Amy remains silent, her voice lost in the shadows of her grief.
Mr. and Mrs. Rumble have exhausted every effort to reach her. They brought her new clothes, toys, and books, hoping to spark a flicker of joy within her. Yet, she accepted their offerings with nothing more than a slight nod of acknowledgment, her spirit seemingly trapped in a world of sorrow.
But Richard felt the weight of worry more than anyone else. He longed for the sound of her laughter, the way she would pout or whine, even the playful hits she would give him when she was upset. The silence was deafening, and he yearned for any sign of the vibrant girl he once knew.
Determined to break through her wall of silence, he climbed the stairs to their shared room, his heart heavy with concern. There she was, just as he had seen left her two weeks prior, curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head bowed in despair.
"Amy," he said gently, stepping closer. She remained still, a statue of sorrow.
"Amy, please look at me," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper. Slowly, she lifted her head, and he was met with the haunting sight of her once-bright eyes now dulled by pain.
"Amy," he said, cradling her cheeks in his hands, "I know you're hurting. I truly understand, but you can't stay locked away in this room forever."
Silence hung between them, thick and heavy.
"You want your parents to come back, don’t you?" he asked softly, searching her face for any sign of recognition.
At the mention of her parents, a flicker of emotion crossed her features.
"Think about it, Amy. If they return to find their daughter wasting away in this room, what will they feel?"
A small whimper escaped her lips, a sound that broke Richard's heart.
"Please, just give me a smile," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. After what felt like an eternity, a faint smile broke through her sorrow, a fragile glimmer of hope.
Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he witnessed this small victory, this tiny step towards healing. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the familiar scent that reminded him of happier times.
"Thank you for trying, Amy," he whispered.
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RomanceAt a young age, tragedy struck her life when her parents were taken from her in a devastating accident, leaving her to seek refuge in the home of her neighbors. In the aftermath of such profound loss, she transformed into a quiet, gentle soul, her l...
