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Inside St. Jozeph’s sunlit hallway, Lis and Ava spin in a joyful dance while Ms. Andrea laughs, hands clasped over her heart.
Morning sun peeked in, soft and bright, Sister Rita whispered, "Let’s make hearts light." Lis, Ava, and Michelangelo danced gleefully around, Ms. Andrea laughed at the joyful sound. The day’s magic had begun to swell, In St. Jozeph’s halls where warm stories dwell.
In the bright classroom midday, Ava, Lis, and Michelangelo crouch around a rising block tower, faces glowing with concentration beneath soft ceiling lights.
Ava brought blocks to Lis with a smile, Michelangelo cheered, "Let’s build a tower so high!" Sister Rita said, "Sharing grows hearts strong." They stacked each block while singing a song. Laughter echoed, mixing joy all the while, Together, caring made their play worthwhile.
Ms. Andrea strums guitar as Michelangelo twirls and Lis claps by the classroom rug.
Ms. Andrea strummed a gentle tune, Kids clapped along, hearts in bloom. Ava giggled, "Let’s sing one more!" Michelangelo twirled on the classroom floor. Lis sang softly, eyes shining bright, Kind voices made the whole room light.
At the art corner table, Lis kneels gathering scattered crayons for Ava, who beams gratefully, while Michelangelo wraps tiny arms around them; overhead lamps cast gentle glow.
Lis saw Ava’s frown as crayons rolled, He picked them up, being kind and bold. “Thank you, Lis!” said Ava with delight, Michelangelo hugged them tight. Sister Rita beamed at the caring pair, “Every kindness is magic in the air.”
In the cozy reading nook lit by a desk lamp, Ms. Andrea holds an open picture book as Lis, Ava, and Michelangelo sit cross-legged, listening wide-eyed.
Ms. Andrea called, "Gather near me," Her warm smile sparkled like the early sea. She read a tale of a gentle bear, Lis, Michelangelo, and Ava listened with care. When the story ended, each heart grew, They learned that listening was kind too.
Around a craft table flooded with afternoon sunlight, Sister Rita offers red paper and glue while Ava glitters a bright heart, Lis trims a small one, and Michelangelo holds the roundest shape.
Sister Rita brought out red paper and glue, “Let’s make heart treasures—one for each of you!” Ava’s heart was bright, Lis’s heart small, Michelangelo’s heart the roundest of all. They decorated each with memories sweet, Hugs and glitter made them complete.
On the sunny playground, Michelangelo races toward a tall oak tree, looking back with a grin as Ava and Lis sprint after him past swings and a shining slide.
The playground called with slides and swings, Laughter bursting as happiness springs. Michelangelo sang, "Let’s race to the tree!" Ava and Lis shouted, "Wait for me!" Ms. Andrea watched, hands waving so wide, Delight danced in every joyful stride.
Beneath shady park trees at midday, a gingham blanket holds apples and cheese while Sister Rita pours juice; Ava offers a ripe pear to seated Lis, both smiling softly.
With blankets spread under shady trees, Sister Rita served apples and cheese. Ava said “Thank you,” offering her pear, Lis and Michelangelo had treats to share. Their gentle words filled the park with cheer, Friendship felt closer with everyone near.
Inside the playroom, blocks lie scattered across the floor as Lis kneels amid the jumble, lips trembling; Ava and Michelangelo crouch beside him rebuilding the first level under bright overhead lights.
Blocks tumbled down with a clatter and thud, “Oh no!” Lis cried, his face in a mud. Michelangelo and Ava quickly came near, "Let’s help you!" they said with good cheer. Together they rebuilt, laughing along, Learning that teamwork made them strong.
In the quiet evening classroom, Ms. Andrea kneels beside Ava and Michelangelo, holding tiny graduation caps in gentle lamplight while reassuring smiles soften their worried faces.
Ms. Andrea said softly, “Graduation is near,” Little hands trembled but wiped away fear. Ava asked, "Will we still be friends?" Michelangelo said, “Friendship never ends!” Sister Rita whispered, “Each memory stays, Like a heart-light guiding all your days.”
The last day arrived with ribbons and hugs, Ms. Andrea waved colorful mugs. “Take your paper hearts, one for each,” Sister Rita knelt, sharing kind words to teach. Lis, Ava, and Michelangelo hugged tight, Carrying memories sparkling so bright.
Outside St. Jozeph’s front doors under bright noon sky, Lis, Ava, and Michelangelo step onto the path holding their red paper hearts high, faces lit with hopeful smiles.
As doors opened wide to the world outside, Three friends turned with hope and pride. Laughter and kindness carried them on, Ms. Andrea and Sister Rita’s magic never gone. Paper hearts warm in every hand, The love of St. Jozeph would always stand.