You looked down at her, your heart filled with concern and curiosity.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her small frame trembling ever so slightly.

"Are you alright? Is there something bothering you?" you say. Her gaze darting nervously around the park. With a deep breath, she finally spoke.

"I...I just fought with my mom," she admitted, her voice laced with sadness.

"She...she always expects so much from me. I try my best, but sometimes it feels like it's never enough."