Katie
I smiled gently at the little girl. Then I brushed away a stray tear from her cheek. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll fix it," I assured her.
She sniffled and wiped her face with her small hands. "Really?" she asked with her eyes wide with hope.
I nodded. "Of course. What's your name?"
"Lily," she said shyly. Her gaze dropped to the ground.
I reached for the damaged flower crown in her hands and examined it. The petals were torn. And the delicate stems had snapped in places. Instead of trying to force it back together, I glanced around for something sturdier.
I crouched down and picked up a few twigs and dried vines from the ground. Afterward, I held them gently in my hands. Then I looked up at the little one and spoke softly. To give her some encouragement, I decided to tell her a
