Maya and her little brother Arav sat by the window, their eyes wide with wonder at the passing scenery. Their mother, Aditi, shared tales from her own childhood. "When I was your age, the village seemed like a magical place," she reminisced, her voice filled with warmth.

"Your Nani's house is still the same," Aditi continued, "with its lush garden and the old well where we used to play." The children listened intently, imagining the adventures awaiting them.

Arav tugged at his mother's sleeve. "Mama, I'm thirsty," he said. Aditi nodded, recalling a well just a short walk from the station.

Aditi let the bucket down, the sound of water echoing up. Arav eagerly reached for a drink, but Maya, wanting to quench her thirst first, accidentally jostled him. Arav teetered on the edge, arms flailing.

Aditi[/@ch_3] lunged forward, her heart racing.] Her fingers just caught Arav's leg, pulling him back to safety. Maya watched, her heart pounding with fear and regret. "I'm so sorry, Arav!" she cried, tears springing to her eyes.

"It's okay, Maya," Arav said, his voice small but sincere. Aditi encircled them both in a comforting embrace. "We all make mistakes," she soothed, "but what matters is that we learn and forgive."