

Amianan walked nervously into her new classroom. She noticed a quiet girl sitting alone. "Hi, I'm Amianan," she smiled at Mirasol. Mirasol nodded, a shy smile appearing. Some kids giggled nearby, but Amianan stayed. "Let's be friends," Amianan said brightly.

The next day, Mirasol was missing from class. Amianan asked, "Where's Mirasol?" The teacher said Mirasol might not have lunch. That afternoon, Amianan's mother listened carefully. "Why not share your lunch with her tomorrow?" her mother suggested. Amianan nodded eagerly.

At school, Amianan found Mirasol at the gate. "Let's eat together!" Amianan said, handing her a sandwich. Mirasol's eyes shined with gratitude. The girls walked to class side by side. Other children watched curiously. Amianan smiled, feeling brave for both of them.

Mrs. Ramos announced, "Time to make posters about your culture!" Amianan painted Manila. Mirasol drew her mountain home and native dance. Their classmates admired Mirasol's colorful drawing. Mirasol smiled, standing tall with new confidence. Amianan squeezed her hand, both friends proud of themselves.