Sam sat on a wooden bench, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His eyes, though full of curiosity, carried a hint of uncertainty. Emma, his affectionate sister, sat beside him, her presence a comforting anchor.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Sam?" He nodded, his smile brightening his face.
Sam stood up, pulling Emma along with him. "Let's find the ducks!" She laughed softly, letting him lead the way. As they walked, Sam's excitement was infectious, drawing smiles from passersby.
He watched in awe, his fingers tracing patterns in the air. Emma watched him, her heart full of pride and love. "You have such a wonderful way of seeing the world, Sam," she said, her voice soft.
"You know, Sam," Emma began, "everyone learns and thinks differently. That's what makes the world so interesting." Sam pondered her words, nodding slowly as if savoring the thought.
Sam sat quietly, his mind busy with the day's experiences. Emma wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him close. "You're perfect just the way you are, Sam," she whispered, her words filled with warmth.
Sam looked up, his expression one of pure contentment. "I like being here with you, Emma," he murmured, his voice a gentle echo of the day's happiness. Emma smiled, knowing that this moment was a treasure they both would cherish.
