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Inside the bright classroom midday, Adem sits at his small desk rubbing his eyes, frowning at a paper where shaky letters 'A-D-E-M' sit beside a yellow pencil; Maitresse Camille walks past, noticing him.
Adem sat at his desk with his pencil. He looked at his paper and started to write his name. A-D-E-M. But wait! The letters seemed to wiggle and move. They danced on the page like little bugs. Adem frowned and rubbed his eyes. He tried again. The D flipped around. The E looked backwards. Adem sighed. Writing was hard today. Maîtresse Camille walked by and smiled at him. She noticed his frustrated face.
Morning sunlight pours through the classroom windows as Adem, in a green t-shirt, blue shorts, and white sneakers, bounds through the doorway; Maitresse Camille stands near the desks with a welcoming smile and raised hand.
The morning sun shone through the classroom windows. Adem bounced into class wearing his favorite green t-shirt and blue shorts. His white sneakers squeaked on the floor. He loved to run and jump! Maîtresse Camille greeted him warmly. Good morning, Adem! she said with her kind smile. Adem grinned and waved. He sat down at his desk next to his friends. Today would be a special day, though he did not know it yet.
On the colorful classroom carpet under soft fluorescent lights, Maitresse Camille, long brown hair flowing, announces the 'le miroir croisé' game with arms open; Adem kneels upfront, eyes bright, hand shooting upward while other children behind him eagerly mimic.
Maîtresse Camille gathered the children on the colorful carpet. She had long brown hair and warm eyes. I have a fun game for us today! she announced. Adem perked up. He loved games! It is called le miroir croisé, the cross mirror game, she explained. This game will help our bodies work together. Adem looked curious. His teacher stood up and smiled. Who wants to try? she asked. All the children raised their hands excitedly.
At the front of the well-lit classroom, Maitresse Camille balances on one foot, right hand touching her left knee mid-demonstration; beside her, Adem stands in his green shirt, watching closely with a wide grin, desks and posters framing the scene.
Stand up, everyone! said Maîtresse Camille. The children jumped to their feet. Adem stood tall in his green shirt. Now watch me carefully, she said. She lifted her right hand and touched her left knee. Then she lifted her left hand and touched her right knee. See? Right hand to left knee. Left hand to right knee. It looks like fun! shouted Adem. Now you try! said the teacher. Adem grinned wide.
In the sunny classroom aisle, Adem mistakenly taps his right knee with his right hand, eyebrows raised in playful confusion; Maitresse Camille, standing nearby, offers an encouraging smile, chalkboard and colorful charts visible behind them.
Adem raised his right hand. Or was it his left? He touched his right knee with his right hand. Oops! That was not right. Maîtresse Camille smiled gently. Try crossing over, Adem. Right hand to left knee. Adem tried again. He lifted his left hand and touched his left knee. He giggled. This is tricky! It is okay to make mistakes, said his teacher. That is how we learn. Keep trying! Adem nodded and laughed.
Under bright afternoon light, Adem successfully crosses his right hand to his left knee in the open classroom space, mouth wide in triumph; Maitresse Camille claps softly beside him near a low shelf of books.
Adem took a deep breath. He watched Maîtresse Camille demonstrate again. Right hand crosses to left knee. Left hand crosses to right knee. Adem copied her carefully. His right hand touched his left knee. Yes! he cheered. Now the other side, encouraged the teacher. Adem lifted his left hand and touched his right knee. I did it! he exclaimed. His brown eyes sparkled with joy. Good job! Keep going! said Maîtresse Camille.
With curtains diffusing late-day light, Maitresse Camille leads slow, rhythmic cross-touches at the front of the classroom; Adem mirrors her calmly, eyes half-closed, both breathing deeply amid quietly observing classmates seated at nearby desks.
Let us do it slowly and breathe, said Maîtresse Camille. She took a slow, calm breath. The children copied her. Adem breathed in deeply. He felt more relaxed. Right hand to left knee, breathe in. The teacher moved slowly. Left hand to right knee, breathe out. Adem followed along. His movements became smoother. It felt good to move slowly and breathe. His body felt calm and organized. The game was working!
Sunlight slants through the windows as Adem, mid-motion and balanced, alternates hands to opposite knees in the center of the classroom; Maitresse Camille watches proudly beside a colorful bulletin board.
As Adem repeated the movements, something changed inside him. It felt like both sides of his body were talking to each other. Like an invisible bridge connected them. Right hand to left knee. Left hand to right knee. His body moved easily now. This feels different! Adem said to Maîtresse Camille. That is your body learning, she explained warmly. Your left and right sides are working together. Adem smiled. He felt balanced and strong.
At his wooden desk beneath morning light, Adem writes 'A-D-E-M' neatly on a fresh sheet while Maitresse Camille stands to his side holding additional paper sheets; his green shirt and focused smile contrast the tidy classroom background.
After the game, the children returned to their desks. Adem sat down and picked up his pencil. Maîtresse Camille gave him a fresh sheet of paper. Try writing your name again, she suggested gently. Adem looked at the blank page. He took a deep breath like during the game. Then he began to write. A-D-E-M. The letters looked clearer now. They stayed in place better. Adem grinned with pride.
Inside the brightly lit classroom, Adem proudly holds up his finished paper displaying steady letters, eyes shining; Maitresse Camille leans forward with an approving smile and raised thumb near a row of cubbies.
Adem finished writing his name and looked at it. The letters were not dancing anymore! They stayed still on the page. The D did not flip. The E looked the right way. Maîtresse Camille! Look! he called out excitedly. His teacher walked over and looked at his work. Excellent, Adem! she praised. See what happens when your body is balanced? Adem nodded happily. He felt proud of himself. Writing felt easier now.
Seated on the round classroom carpet under ceiling lights, Adem raises his hand excitedly while classmates form a circle around him; Maitresse Camille sits opposite, smiling warmly as she addresses the attentive group.
At circle time, Adem raised his hand. The letters stopped dancing! he announced to the class. Maîtresse Camille smiled warmly. The cross mirror game helped Adem, she explained to everyone. When we use both sides of our body together, it helps our brain. It can help with reading, writing, and thinking. All the children listened carefully. Can we play the game every day? asked Adem hopefully. Of course! said the teacher. Everyone cheered.
In the sunlit classroom corner each morning, Adem performs the cross-mirror exercise—right hand to left knee, left hand to right—breathing steadily; Maitresse Camille watches from the doorway, proud, as desks and a globe rest quietly behind.
From that day on, Adem practiced le miroir croisé every morning. Right hand to left knee. Left hand to right knee. Breathe slowly and calmly. His body felt more and more balanced. Writing became easier each day. The letters stayed where they belonged. Adem still loved to run and jump in his white sneakers. But now he also loved the cross mirror game. It was his special secret for helping his body and brain work together. Maîtresse Camille was proud.