Yasmin was the quiet type, soft voice, shoulders tucked in like she didn’t wanna take up space. At first, she giggled like she was embarrassed to laugh at all. Then she cracked. Started laughing so sweet it almost made you feel bad… almost. She called for her step-mommy. Not once. Not twice. More than a tough girl should, and more than a shy one would ever admit. Each time softer, more desperate, like she thought maybe someone’d come pull her out, but no one did. Just her, her laugh, and the tickles that didn’t quit.
Length: 13:26
Resolution: 3840×2160
