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Sunlit living room floor, midday. Maya kneels beside a toppled tower of colorful blocks, frowning, while Grace stands giggling amid scattered pieces and Dad crouches nearby, smiling and offering a reassuring hand.
Maya stacked blocks carefully. Grace toddled over, giggling, and toppled them. 'Hey!' Maya frowned. Dad knelt, smiling. 'Let's build together,' he said. Mommy added, 'We can make a baby-safe zone for Grace.'
Sunny kitchen morning. Grace sits in a high chair, cheeks smeared with applesauce, as Maya gently wipes her face with a cloth and Mommy claps beside the table holding a small spoon and open bowl.
Maya handed a soft block. 'For Grace,' she said. Mommy clapped. 'Want to help feed?' Grace squealed, smearing applesauce. Maya laughed, wiping gently. 'Being big sister is sticky and sweet,' she grinned.
Bright playroom afternoon. Dad kneels on the rug beside three labeled baskets, while Grace reaches toward a wooden puzzle piece and Maya guides her tiny hands toward the 'Together' basket, both children focused and smiling.
Dad brought three baskets: 'Maya,' 'Grace,' 'Together.' 'Some toys are for sharing,' he explained. Grace reached for a puzzle piece. Maya paused, then nodded. 'Together,' she said, guiding tiny hands. Everyone cheered.
Nursery bathed in warm lamplight, evening. Grace wobbles forward holding out a single block, whispering 'Ma-ya,' as Maya kneels to embrace her, scattered toys glowing softly while Mommy watches smiling from the doorway.
That evening, Grace wobbled over, holding a block. 'Ma-ya,' she whispered, offering it. Maya gasped and hugged her. Mommy beamed; Dad winked. 'Sharing brought a surprise,' Maya said, heart glowing.
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