Ivory sat on the porch steps, her curly hair catching the sunlight. Her eyes, deep and knowing, scanned the street as she listened intently to the world around her. "Good morning, Mr. Thompson," she called out to the elderly man walking his dog.

As Ivory watched, she could sense the intentions of those around her. "Mrs. Carter is planning a surprise party for her son," she whispered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips. It was a gift she had always had, the ability to know what others intended, and she cherished it.

Ivory walked through the playground, her presence barely noticed by the bustling crowd. Her friend, Leah, approached with a curious look. "Ivory, how do you always know what’s happening before it does?" Leah asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Ivory sat down with Leah, considering how to explain her gift. "It's like hearing a song before it's played," she said thoughtfully. "I just feel it in my heart and know what’s coming." Leah nodded slowly, captivated by the mystery.

Ivory felt a shift in the air, a sense of unease creeping in. She closed her eyes, focusing on the street ahead. "Someone is upset and needs help," she realized, her heart quickening. She knew she had to act and find out who needed her.

Ivory approached the boy gently, her voice soothing. "It's okay, you're not alone," she assured him. With a comforting presence, she sat with him until his tears dried. Her gift had led her here, to bring warmth and understanding where it was needed most.