The boy runs with excitement, his shoes kicking up tiny tufts of green as he darts after the bouncing ball. The ball rolls further, glinting in the sunlight, drawing him onward across the soft field. Around him, cheerful sounds fill the air—birds chirping, distant swings creaking, and the wind rustling through nearby trees.

The boy lands hard, scraping his knee on the rough earth, and the shock of the fall brings a sharp sting of pain. He sits up, blinking away the tears that well in his eyes, looking down at the dirt and the scratch forming on his skin. The red ball rests just out of reach, its color vivid against the muted tones of the earth.

"Why did I fall? It hurts so much," he whispers to himself, clutching his knee and letting the tears flow freely. He glances around, hoping for comfort, but at first, there is only the wide, silent park and the distant sound of other children playing.

The woman, with kind eyes and a soft voice, asks, "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you hurt yourself?" She offers a tissue and gently examines his knee, soothing him with reassuring words. The dog, a fluffy golden retriever, sits close, wagging its tail and nudging the boy’s hand.

"You’re very brave," she says warmly, handing the boy his red ball. "Thank you," he replies, his voice shaky but grateful. The dog gives a playful bark and the boy manages a small smile through his tears.

The boy glances back at the woman and her dog, waving goodbye before joining the other children. The pain is still there, but hope and comfort linger. The boy knows that even after a fall, he can always get up and play again.