Amira, a young woman in a wheelchair with a contagious smile, rolls up to the platform, her service dog at her side. Eli, a tall nonbinary teen with headphones around their neck, sketches in a notepad. Mrs. Rosario, an elderly Latina woman, arranges a basket of painted stones on the bench. "It’s so beautiful here. I wonder what stories we’ll share today,"

"Hi, everyone. I’m Eli. Drawing helps me express feelings when words get tangled. I hope that’s okay," "My name is Mrs. Rosario. I believe every stone in this garden tells a story, and each of us can add our own," "I’m Amira. Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed by the world. But being here, I remember I’m not alone,"

Eli holds up a sketch of a storm-tossed sea, their hands trembling slightly. "Some days, my thoughts feel like this ocean—wild and restless. Art is my anchor," Mrs. Rosario presses a painted stone into Amira’s palm. "This one is for courage. We all need reminders, especially when our minds get heavy,"

Amira gently invites a shy child forward. "Would you like to add your story to our garden? Your voice matters here," The child nods, beaming, and carefully places a painted butterfly onto the growing mosaic.

Mrs. Rosario closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. "Thank you, all of you. Today reminds me that sharing our struggles makes us stronger. We are a mosaic—beautiful for every piece we add," Eli glances around, a soft smile breaking through. "Next week, maybe we can plant seeds together. I think I’d like to see what grows,"

Amira wheels homeward, her service dog padding beside her, a sense of peace in her eyes. "Until next time, friends. Remember, you’re never alone in this garden,"