Story 3 ıÌ Sara Ìı Dear Papa... [Accidental Video]

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[The feed shows a luxuriously furnished bedroom, every surface and object rich in colour and texture. Sara is sat on the bed, the blackberry most likely sat on a window sill opposite her. There's paper and pens around her, her handwriting matching the delicate curling patterns around the edges of her letter as she writes. Occasionally, she lifts her free hand up and wipes her eyes.

She missed her  father. She missed India, and she missed the other girls from school. She didn't know why she'd been brought here, but she knew where ever she was, her father would still be gone - and that wasn't a thought she was ready to comprehend yet]