That afternoon, as the laughter from the morning still echoed faintly in my mind, I found myself standing by the window, watching the children play outside. Sunlight spilled over the playground like warm honey. The air was full of small sounds — giggles, squeals, the rhythmic slap of little shoes against the pavement, the soft whoosh of bubbles floating upward until they burst against the sky. They were chasing those bubbles like they were chasing dreams — arms outstretched, eyes wide, their joy unfiltered and complete. For a moment, I forgot everything else. Bills, deadlines, worries, the slow ticking of...
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