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The Playground Fall

Tears of Pain



Ben loved the playground, especially the big slide. One sunny afternoon, he raced to the top, ready for another thrilling ride. But in his excitement, he slipped and fell, scraping his knee on the rough gravel. The pain was sharp and immediate, and he cried out as tears streamed down his face. His mother rushed over, her face full of concern. She gently cleaned the wound and bandaged it, her comforting words and soft touch easing his pain. Ben's tears of pain gradually turned into sniffles, and soon he was back on the slide, more careful but still smiling


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