غلاف قصة Waterfall - ORMLING بقلم losbabybird
Waterfall - ORMLING
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    مقروء 145
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    صوت 17
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    أجزاء 2
  • WpHistory
    الوقت 23m
  • WpView
    مقروء 145
  • WpVote
    صوت 17
  • WpPart
    أجزاء 2
  • WpHistory
    الوقت 23m
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Lingling had her life mapped out: dreams, plans, and a list of dos and don'ts to achieve any goal.

Orm lived only for the moment, determined to enjoy the here and now without thinking beyond tomorrow.

They were never friends. Their exchanges were limited to side glances, teasing remarks, and rolled eyes. But when the both of them end up as volunteer teachers in the remote village of Namtok, their paths collide in unexpected ways.

There, they meet Abu, a five-year-old boy abandoned by his family and struggling to build a home on his own.

As Ling and Orm reluctantly step into his world, they learn that home and family isn't something you're given, it's something you create, piece by piece, together.
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