Therapy Bits

The old playground still echoed with laughter each time Mia walked past, remembering the summer she first learned to play tag.
One evening, she noticed a faint glow beneath the swings and followed it to a tiny silver tag engraved with swirling symbols.
When she touched it, the air shimmered and pulled her into a world where children chased fireflies instead of each other.
A small creature with wings like folded leaves handed her the tag back and whispered that it chose her for a reason.
Mia realized the tag allowed her to carry a bit of that magic home, lighting her path whenever she felt lost.
From that day on, she wore it around her neck, a reminder that wonder often begins with something small enough to overlook.

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