Chapter 164

The younger one had always been loud.

Loud in joy.

Loud in frustration.

Loud in storytelling, breathing, existing.

It was part of their charm.

Until it wasn’t.

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The note came folded inside the backpack.

Crinkled.

Unassuming.

She almost missed it while unpacking snacks and unfinished worksheets.

*Hi! Just a small observation — during circle time, they’re having difficulty waiting for their turn to speak. We’re working on listening skills and patience. I’d love ...