The lamp beside Siyara's bed gave off a soft golden glow, throwing gentle shadows over the floral bedsheet. The room was quiet, except for the low tune her mother hummed while folding freshly washed clothes in the corner. The faint smell of detergent hung in the air-familiar, grounding.Siyara sat cross-legged on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her fingers traced patterns on the blanket while her eyes stayed lost in thought. She hadn't spoken since the guests left. Since he left.At last, her voice broke the silence. "Maa...?"Her mother turned, smiling faintly. "Hmm, beta? Do you want water?