The first-grade classroom was bright and full of life. Colorful posters covered the walls ABCs, numbers, and smiling cartoon animals. The air smelled like crayons and pencil shavings. The sound of children working filled the room: soft whispers, the scratch of pencils on paper, and the occasional giggle.
Mrs. Alvarez walked slowly between the rows of tiny desks, her shoes quiet on the tiled floor. She was a kind teacher with gentle eyes and a warm smile. The kids loved her because she always listened and never yelled.
Right now, her students were taking a simple spelling test—words like “cat,” “dog,” and “sun.” Most of them were bent over their papers, carefully writing each letter. But one child wasn’t writing. Lucas, a small five-year-old boy with messy brown hair, was hunched over his desk. His fingers gripped his pencil too tight, his knuckles pale. Usually, Lucas was full of…..Read Full Story Here…………………
