Compassion

Margaret chose the shadowed path tangled with vines, as Libby had wanted. They stumbled, helping each other over twisted roots and thorny branches. Suddenly, they found a small creature, trapped beneath a branch, its eyes wide with fear. Margaret knelt, gently lifting the branch as Gabriella and Libby soothed the creature.

Pixie appeared, watching with soft eyes as they freed it. The creature nuzzled Margaret’s hand in thanks, then scurried away. Margaret looked at her friends, a warmth in her heart. In that moment, she understood—compassion wasn’t just in big acts, but in each small kindness they shared.