You don't have to baby me

The reunion between Zaya and her grandmother was a heartwarming sight. Standing a little farther away, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in their moment, but it didn't bother me.

There was something so tender about the way Zaya's grandmother clung to her, tears spilling down her face, her hands cupping Zaya's cheeks as if she couldn't believe she was standing in front of her. 

Zaya's normally stoic demeanor softened in her grandmother's embrace, and for a brief moment, she looked like an entirely different person. Not the ever-serious model, but someone vulnerable, someone loved. 

I smiled to myself, crossing my arms as I leaned against a nearby post. It wasn't until the medic approached Zaya that the scene shifted. His calm but purposeful stride interrupted the moment, and Zaya reluctantly stepped back from her grandmother.