“That Prosthetic Is a Problem,” the Teacher Said — The Unexpected Outcome Surprised All

The morning sun filtered through a thin veil of autumn haze, scattering liquid gold across the sprawling school grounds. Each blade of grass glistened faintly with dew, and the leaves, painted in shades of amber, crimson, and ochre, twirled slowly to the ground as though in a choreographed dance. The air carried the unmistakable scent of wet leaves and soil, mingled with the faint chalky tang that drifted from the open classroom windows. It was the kind of morning… CONTINUE READING…