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Maya sits alone on a playground bench beneath bright midday sun, anxiously watching children fly on the tall swing set and whip a jump rope nearby. Her shoulders hunch and lips press tight as breezy leaves drift across the asphalt.
Maya sat alone at recess, watching other kids play. Her tummy felt all fluttery. "What if I can't?" she whispered, thinking about joining them. The swing set looked so high. The jump rope spun so fast. Making new friends seemed scary. Then something magical happened inside her heart. A tiny voice asked something different: "What if I CAN?" Maya took a deep breath. She stood up slowly. Her legs felt wobbly but brave. Maybe, just maybe, she could try.
On the sunlit playground, Maya grips one end of a bright red jump rope while two smiling girls turn the loop beside her. Maya's cheeks lift in a wide grin, ponytail swaying as dust motes sparkle in the afternoon light.
Maya walked toward the jump rope. Her hands felt sweaty. "Hi, I'm Maya," she said softly. Two girls smiled at her. "Want to turn the rope with us?" they asked. Maya's heart thumped. "What if I can't?" popped into her head. But she remembered her new question. "What if I CAN?" she said out loud! The girls giggled happily. Maya grabbed the rope. She turned it slowly at first, then faster. She was doing it! Her smile grew bigger and bigger.
Under overcast morning light at the playground's monkey bars, Maya sits on wood chips clutching her scraped knee, tears in her eyes. A curly-haired classmate kneels beside her, hand extended, while other kids pause on the bars staring quietly.
The next day, Maya tried the monkey bars. She swung across one, two, three bars! Then she slipped and fell down. Her knee got scraped. Tears filled her eyes. The other kids stared at her. Maya felt her cheeks turn hot. "What if I can't do anything right?" she thought sadly. Then she heard her friend say, "Are you okay, Maya?" Helping hands reached down. Maya remembered her special words. "What if I CAN try again?" She stood up, brushed off, and smiled.
Inside the bright classroom, Sam stands at the front holding his crayon drawing, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. Maya leans beside him, smiling and whispering 'What if you CAN?' as rows of classmates clap mid-applause beneath fluorescent lights.
Maya became braver every day. When her friend Sam felt scared to share his drawing, Maya knew what to say. "What if you CAN?" she whispered. Sam smiled and showed his picture. Everyone clapped! Soon, all the kids started saying it. "What if I can?" they'd ask together. The playground filled with trying and laughing. Maya realized something wonderful. Her special words were like a superpower! And the best part? She could share it with everyone. Now Maya knew: believing in herself helped others believe too.