The Child Who Spoke Through Play
The first time he came in, he didn't say a word. He wandered the room, eyes scanning the shelves, small hands hovering over the toys like he was waiting for permission.
He finally chose a family of animal figurines - a tiger, a cub, and a smaller one that looked lost. He lined them up carefully, then knocked them over one by one. No words. Just quiet, deliberate motion.
Week after week, the stories unfolded in scenes like that. The animals fought, hid, got rescued, started again. Sometimes there were storms. Sometimes there was peace.
And slowly, his play began to change. The tiger stopped attacking. The cub started standing taller. One day, he built a fence - not to keep anyone out, but to keep the cub safe inside.
He looked up at me, and said, almost to himself,
"The baby's okay now."
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