Harrison POV
The playground was a welcome escape after a long day of back to back meetings. The laughter and chatter of children running around was an antidote to the endless cycle of emails, meetings, and deadlines. It was refreshing, a reminder of my young self and simpler times, before life became tangled with responsibilities and ambitions. I loved watching kids play—their innocence, their boundless energy, their excitement over the smallest discoveries. It reminded me of what truly mattered, of what I’d once yearned for.
As I strolled toward the far end of the playground, I noticed a young girl, about six or seven, standing at tye edge of the playground trees. She was small, with brown hair that caught the last rays of sunlight, creating a soft halo around her. She was intently focu
