Hannah loved school.She loved her friends, her teacher, and running fast at recess.

She built block towers, painted pictures, and played dress-up at home. Every day was full of fun.

But then, Hannah didn’t feel well.Her legs felt tired, and her body hurt. Her parents brought her to the hospital.

At the hospital, everything felt big and strange. Hannah was scared.  She was too sick to move for now.

She missed playing tag with her friends. Now, she could only watch from the window.

She missed school too. "I want to go back," she whispered.

Doctors came to check her. Nurses brought her snacks.But Hannah still felt sad.

Even her parents told her jokes. But Hannah didn’t laugh.

One day, Hannah heard giggles down the hall. She peeked out carefully.

A woman with bright shoes was blowing bubbles. The children were popping them to help their bodies move!

The woman helped one boy stand up. "Step, step, step!" she cheered.

Hannah watched every day. The children looked happy again.

"Can I try too?" Hannah asked one morning. Her mom smiled. "As soon as we get the green light!"

The doctor came to check her legs. “I think you’re ready,” he said with a smile.

The physiotherapist’s name was Joy. She gave Hannah sparkly socks.

First, they played music and stretched. Then Hannah pushed big soft blocks across the floor.

Then they played balloon soccer in the gym. Hannah giggled when she kicked one.

Day by day, Hannah got stronger. She stood. She walked. She beamed.

"I'm walking!" she shouted. Joy clapped the loudest.

Soon, Hannah was back at school—running, laughing, and playing with her friends.

She smiled to herself, thinking, Thank you, Joy.