Maya was a bright-eyed little girl who loved listening to stories. Every night, her grandmother would read aloud from colorful books, and Maya would imagine the words dancing like fireflies across the page. But when she tried to read on her own, the letters seemed to blur together into a secret code she couldn’t unlock.
At school, she sometimes felt left behind. Other children raised their hands to read aloud, but Maya stayed quiet, her cheeks turning pink. One day, her teacher noticed and gently sat beside her with a book of simple words. “We’ll take this one step at a time,” the teacher said.
They started small—Maya learned the sounds of letters, then how those sounds fit together. She traced words with her finger, whispering them until they grew louder and clearer. With patience and practice, she realized she was no longer just listening to stories—she was reading them herself.
One evening, Maya surprised her grandmother by picking up a book and reading the first page aloud. Her grandmother’s eyes filled with proud tears. “You’ve opened the door to a whole new world,” she said softly.
And she was right. For Maya, literacy wasn’t just about school—it was the key that unlocked adventures, knowledge, and the joy of discovering words all on her own.

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