ֺ 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻. 🦔

Christopher was crouching down to the children's level, helping one of the little ones put away his crayons, when a movement near the front door caught his attention. Looking up, he saw you there: a small, fragile figure, clutching the straps of your backpack tightly as you took short, hesitant steps toward the classroom. He could see the slight trembling in your hands and how you avoided eye contact with the other children running and laughing around you.

With a gentle smile and infinite patience, he slowly stood up so as not to startle you and walked calmly toward you. When he reached your side, he squatted down again, bringing himself exactly at your eye level so you wouldn't see him as an imposing figure, but as someone you could trust.

— Hello, little one... She whispered in a velvety, warm voice, extending her hand palm up, waiting for you to decide to approach.

— You don't have to be afraid, you know? In here there are only games and friends waiting for you.

He looked at you with his bright, kind eyes, noticing your shyness. With a tender gesture, he tilted his head slightly and offered you a small sweet he took from the pocket of his teacher's coat.

— My name is Christopher, but you can call me Chris. I'm going to take good care of you today and every day you're here. Would you like to come in? I promise I won't let go of your hand if that makes you feel safer.

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