At 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...
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It has been exactly 2 weeks since the accident and little Amy has not uttered a word.
Mr and Mrs Rumble tried everything. Buying her clothes, toys, books. She accepted it all by thanking them with a nod.
Richard was more worried out of everyone. He missed her voice. Her pouting, her whining, her complaints, hell he even missed her hitting him.
He too has tried getting the girl to speak or to even show an expression other than the dull, blank look she now has.
'Enough of this', Richard thought as he walked upstairs to his and Amy's shared room. He saw her in the same position as two weeks ago. Kneels pulled to her chest with her head down.
"Amy" he said softly as he approached her. She made no movement.
"Amy, look at me please" he pleaded. She lifted her head and looked at him. Her once sparkling eyes were now dull.
"Amy", he cupped her cheeks, "Listen, I know how you feel. I understand that but you cannot sit in this room all day"
She did not respond.
"You want your parents to come back don't you?"
She had a reaction to that.
"Then think, if your parents come back to find their daughter sitting in a room slowing losing weight, what will they think?"
She whimpered at the thought.
"So smile for me, please" he pleaded before she finally let out a small smile.
He felt like crying, seeing her show some type of expression. He buried his head in her neck breathing in her scent.
