The Light That Lives in Letting Go

Lucas stared at the pieces of his special history project scattered across the classroom floor. His castle made of clay and painted stones lay in ruins. "Tommy knocked it over during recess," he whispered to Ella, his voice tight with anger. "I worked on it for weeks." Ella adjusted her glasses and knelt beside him. "I can see how much it meant to you," she said gently, her scientific mind already thinking of solutions.