Mya skipped into the schoolyard with her braids bouncing

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A vibrant cartoon with colours and smooth animation. Mya skipped into the schoolyard with her braids bouncing. The morning sun felt warm on her brown skin. She could not wait to find her friends, Jaylen and Suri. Today, she had a new jump rope with sparkly handles, and she wanted to share it. But when Mya ran to the playground, she saw Jaylen and Suri already playing. They were building a tall castle out of sandbox sand and laughing together. Mya stopped. She waited. But Jaylen and Suri did not look up. They did not wave her over. "We are playing," Suri said, without turning around. "There is no more room in the castle." Mya's chest felt tight, like someone had pulled a drawstring closed around her heart. She sat on the bench all by herself. The sparkly jump rope stayed in her pocket. Her eyes grew hot and blurry, and two tears slipped down her cheeks. She did not understand why her friends had left her out. When the bell rang, Mya walked home slowly. Her feet felt heavy. Grandma Rosie was waiting in the kitchen, taking a pan of cornbread from the oven. She took one look at Mya's face and opened her arms wide. Mya walked right in and buried her face in Grandma Rosie's soft shoulder. "They did not invite me to play," Mya whispered. "I do not want to be their friend anymore." Grandma Rosie held her for a long, quiet minute. Then she sat Mya down at the kitchen table and poured her a glass of cool, sweet tea. "Baby, I know that hurt," Grandma Rosie said. "Being left out feels like a storm cloud sitting right on your chest. But let me tell you what I learned when I was your age." Grandma Rosie opened the old Bible on the kitchen shelf. The pages were soft and worn. She turned to a place she knew by heart. "The Bible tells us, 'Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other.' That is from Ephesians. It means kindness is like a seed. When someone hurts you, you have a choice. You can plant a seed of anger, and anger will grow into a tall, prickly weed. Or you can plant a seed of forgiveness, and it will grow into something beautiful." Mya sniffed. "But they did not say sorry." "Forgiveness does not wait for sorry," Grandma Rosie said gently. "Forgiveness is the choice you make for your own heart. When you forgive, you let the storm cloud go. Then you can see clearly again. And love? Love is the water that helps that seed grow." Grandma Rosie pointed to the cornbread on the counter. "You know what I think? I think you have a whole lot of love inside you, Mya. Enough to share." Mya thought about that all evening. She thought about it while she ate cornbread. She thought about it while she got ready for bed. She imagined pulling the storm cloud out of her chest and letting it float away. She imagined planting a tiny, green seed in the ground and pouring water over it. The next morning, Mya walked into the schoolyard. Her heart beat a little fast. Jaylen and Suri were sitting by the sandbox again. Mya took a deep breath. She walked over. She pulled the sparkly jump rope from her pocket. "Do you want to take turns?" Mya asked. Her voice was quiet, but it was steady. Jaylen looked up. Suri looked up. They stared at the jump rope, then at Mya. "We are sorry we did not invite you yesterday," Jaylen said. "We were being silly." Mya smiled. The storm cloud was gone. In its place, she felt something warm and bright, like the morning sun on her brown skin. She handed Suri the sparkly handles. "I forgive you," Mya said. "Now it is my turn, then yours."

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