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Leo standing in a grassy field holding a bright red kite, looking sad. Mama sits at a table with a laptop, and Papa sits nearby looking at his phone. The sky is blue with drifting clouds.
Leo tugged his bright red kite, wishing someone would help him fly it. "Later, Leo," Mama said, tapping her computer. "Maybe later," Papa muttered, eyes on his phone. The kite danced in the sky. But nobody noticed. Leo felt invisible too.
Leo alone in the field, tying a note to the string of his bright red kite. The kite is high in the sky, clouds overhead, and Leo gazes up hopefully.
One day, Leo tied a note to the kite's string: "Fly with me? Love, Leo." He let it soar high, hoping someone would answer. Up it flew, disappearing among the clouds. Days passed. No one mentioned the missing kite. Leo gazed at the lonely sky.
Leo sitting on a couch with Mama and Papa. Leo looks sad, Mama looks concerned, and Papa sits close with his laptop closed. A window shows the evening sky outside.
One evening, Mama looked up and asked, "Where’s your kite, Leo?" Leo shrugged and whispered, "Gone." Mama saw how sad he felt. Papa closed his laptop and sat with them. "We didn’t see you," Papa said softly. They finally understood.
Leo, Mama, and Papa in a green field, smiling and holding a large, colorful kite painted with stars. The sky is clear, and the new kite soars high above them.
The next morning, Mama, Papa, and Leo built a bigger, brighter kite. They painted Leo’s favorite stars on it. Together, they laughed, running across the fields. The new kite soared high, never alone. Neither was Leo. They all looked up and smiled.