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hard. I know your work keeps you busy, but don’t forget

to rest. Take a moment to breathe some fresh air outside,"
she said with warmth and concern.

The young woman smiled gently in response and

gave a small nod, quietly taking in her mother’s words.

…

The midday heat was enough to stir thirst in the

woman’s throat. Eventually, she decided to buy a bottle
of water from a street vendor and rest at the nearby park.

Leaning back on the bench, she closed her eyes for a
moment, trying to quiet the noise in her head. She was

exhausted—constantly working like a racehorse without

a break. Even on a Sunday, she was stuck dealing with a
mountain of reports.

It had been a long time since the young woman

had last breathed fresh outdoor air. Thankfully, her
mother had asked her to go out and buy some flowers. If

it weren’t for that small request, she would still be buried

in paperwork at home.

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