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In the cozy living room, Daman kneels on the rug pushing a big red truck, gripping it protectively. Freya stands near the corner toy shelf, wide-eyed and hopeful, while Mom glances up from an open book on the sofa.
Daman pushed his big red truck across the living room floor. Vroom! Vroom! "This is the best truck ever!" he said proudly. Freya watched from the corner, her eyes getting bigger. "Can I play too?" she asked softly. Daman hugged his truck tight. "No! It's mine!" Mom looked up from her book. "Daman, maybe you could share?" But Daman shook his head and kept playing all by himself. Freya's lip started to wobble.
Indoor beneath warm ceiling lights, Freya sits on the floor crying and pointing toward Daman. Dad crouches beside her with a gentle hand on her shoulder, while Daman drives the red truck in uneasy circles a few feet away.
Freya's eyes filled with tears. "I want to play with the truck!" she cried. Dad came into the room. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Freya pointed at Daman. "He won't share!" Daman drove his truck in circles, but it didn't feel as fun anymore. Mom sat down next to Freya. "I know you're sad," she said gently. Daman looked at his sister crying. His tummy felt funny. Maybe holding the truck so tight wasn't making anyone happy.
Still in the living room, Daman extends the big red truck toward beaming Freya. Afternoon light from the window falls on their faces as Freya reaches out with both hands, eyes shining, and Daman wears a hesitant but growing smile.
Mom smiled at both kids. "I have an idea! What if you take turns?" Daman thought for a moment. "What's taking turns?" Dad explained, "You play for a little while, then Freya plays for a little while." Daman wasn't sure, but Freya had stopped crying. "Okay," he said slowly. "You can have it for three minutes." He handed Freya the truck. Freya's whole face lit up like sunshine. "Thank you, Daman!" Vroom! Vroom! she giggled, pushing the truck around.
On the rug-covered living room floor, Daman and Freya sit side by side building a long block road. Under the bright overhead lamp, the red truck rests mid-route between them while both children laugh, arms outstretched to place new blocks.
When Freya's turn ended, she gave the truck back to Daman. "Your turn now!" she said happily. Daman smiled. This was actually working! Then Daman had an even better idea. "Hey Freya, want to build a road together? You can drive on it too!" Freya jumped up and down. "Yes, yes!" They built a long road with blocks. The truck zoomed back and forth between them. Mom and Dad watched them laugh together. "Sharing is more fun!" Daman said. Freya nodded and hugged her big brother tight.