Emi, a dancer with twisted legs, and Cris, a painter who saw only gray, were misfits in a small town. By the riverbank, their worlds collided. Emi danced; Cris painted. Without words, they understood each other’s brokenness. One evening, Emi asked Theo to dance. "I can't," Cris whispered. "You'll learn," she smiled, her warmth pulling him in. They danced slowly, awkwardly, but for a moment, Cris saw color again. For once, he felt like he was alive. But soon, the darkness in him returned. "I can't do this," he muttered, stepping back. Emi reached out, but as she stepped forward, her legs faltered, and the river pulled her in. Cris tried to save her, but the current took her away. The next day, Cris painted again, but only shadows remained. The river had taken her, and with her, the chance to see color again.

Girl and boy singing karaoke in a hut. Grandmother and granddaughter gardening. A teenage girl singing. A girl cooking

Ewa and Hayden met each other as souls. However, the pain of their bodies meant that they hurt each other. However, their souls may reignite.

emma sitting on a beach

Menino ruivo em cima de um dragão

working

1. "Vreme za spavanje": Kicina mama uvodi rutinu pred spavanje i ohrabruje ga da se spremi za san. 2. "Pranje zuba": Kica pere zube, brojeći sa svojom mamom kako bi bio siguran da ih temeljno pere. 3. "Priča pre spavanja": Kicina mama mu čita omiljenu priču pre spavanja, koja ga pomaže da se opusti i zamisli avanture iz priče. 4. "Pesmica pred spavanje": Kicina mama mu peva omiljenu uspavanku, umirujući ga i pomažući mu da se oseća sigurno i opušteno. 5. "Laku noć, Kica": Kica dobija poljubac za laku noć i zagrljaj od svoje mame, i mirno tone u san.

Ezra is two and he loves the alphabet he carry’s around his favourite letters in his hand E and R everywhere he goes even to nursery one day Ezra went to the park and a seagull swoops down to Ezra and steals his letter R thinking it was a chip Ezra was so upset the letter R was his favourite along with E a passer by noticed Ezra was crying and asked what was wrong Ezra shouted R seagull has got my R the kind passer by remembered he saw a seagull by the pond off he went to check and there it was a seagull and lying right next to it was the letter R the seagull had realised it wasn’t a chip after all now Ezra makes sure he looks after all of his alphabet letters and keeps them safe at home

When people become depressive and commit suicide

Follow the heartwarming journey of Benito, a lovable dog who finds a forever home after being rescued. This beautifully illustrated children's book tells the tale of Benito's adventures from a lonely shelter to the loving arms of his new family. It's a story of hope, love, and the joy of finding a place where you belong.

Francesco è un giovane alto, di 30 anni, docente di Educazione civica che ha realizzato il suo sogno: ha ottenuto la cattedra presso una scuola secondaria in un paesino di montagna. Insegna nella scuola che aveva frequentato da ragazzo e dove era stato bullizzato da due compagni perchè lui aveva una piccola malformazione al viso: una cicatrice sulla guancia destra. Francesco all'inizio del nuovo anno scolastico cerca di trasmettere dei veri valori ai suoi alunni ed alle sue studentesse. Vuole fare capire ai ragazzi che " la diversità" va accettata e compresa, che il bullo di turno non è altro che una persona debole che spesso nasconde dei disagi. Francesco racconta ai suoi alunni la sua storia per sensibilizzarli e far capire che le persone non vanno giudicate per il loro aspetto fisico. Un giorno a scuola arriva Giuliano, un uomo adulto, gentile ed autorevole. Lui è uno psicologo scolastico che cerca di aiutare sia i bulli che le vittime con lo sportello di Ascolto psicologico. Racconta delle storie che insegnano la gentilezza, l'altruismo e il rispetto degli altri. GIULIANO aiuta le vittime di bullismo a reagire con gentilezza e a guardare il mondo con fiducia, ad accrescere la propria autostima. Purtroppo prima di Natale, un giorno, a causa di incomprensioni su una chat di messaggistica, scoppia una lite tra due alunne della scuola, tra Carla e Sofia e il Preside vorrebbe sospendere lo sportello di ascolto psicologico anche perchè i fondi ministeriali stanno per finire . I due alunni coinvolti nella lite, dopo essere stati aiutati dallo psicologo Giuliano a riflettere sul loro comportamento, vanno dal Preside per chiedere scusa. Grazie alla donazione di un benefattore il progetto di ascolto viene finanziato fino alla fine dell'anno scolastico. Come simbolo di serenità e unione nel cortile della scuola viene collocata la "panchina viola della gentilezza" per tutto il personale della scuola.

المشهد الأول: في المدرسة الزمان: صباح يوم دراسي مشرق في مدرسة حكومية. المكان: فصل دراسي في الصف السابع. (تبدأ القصة في فصل دراسي حيث يجلس الطلاب على مقاعدهم، معلمهم السيد علي يقف أمام السبورة. جميع الطلاب مشغولون في كتابة الواجبات.) السيد علي: "حسنًا يا طلاب، في اليوم التالي لدينا اختبار في مادة الرياضيات. أريد من كل واحد منكم أن يضع أفضل جهوده، لكن تذكروا دائمًا، ما يهم ليس الدرجات فقط، بل الأمانة في العمل. إذا غشّيتَ في الاختبار، ستكون قد خسرت أكثر من مجرد درجة." (يتبادل الطلاب النظرات ويبدأ البعض في التفكير.) المشهد الثاني: بعد المدرسة الزمان: بعد الظهر. المكان: المنزل، في غرفة يوسف. (يوسف، طالب في الصف السابع، في غرفته يفكر في الاختبار القادم. على مكتبه ورقة تحتوي على إجابات الاختبار الذي أعدّه المعلم منذ أسبوع.) يوسف (مفكرًا): "إذا استخدمت هذه الإجابات، سأنجح بسهولة... لكن هل هذا هو الطريق الصحيح؟ ماذا لو اكتشف المعلم؟ ماذا لو اكتشف زملائي؟" (يوسف يأخذ نفسًا عميقًا ويقلب الورقة. فجأة، يتذكر كلمات معلمه السيد علي.) السيد علي (في ذهنه): "الأمانة في العمل، ما يهم هو الجهد الحقيقي." يوسف (يتنهد بقلق): "أنا لا أريد أن أغش... لكن الاختبار صعب."

first day in school

Mathematics is often seen as a daunting world, a labyrinth of numbers and symbols that can feel like a foreign language. Yet, for some, it is like poetry, revealing its abstract beauty through patterns, theories, and paradoxes. In these hidden depths lies a secret known to few—a boy named MJ is about to discover the heart of this unique language, guided by a quirky and enigmatic figure, Professor Pi.

Setting: On Noah’s bed One night Noah has a weird dream. He looks in the mirror and sees something strange. His mouth is... gone!

A touching story of a mommy who loves to dress up as a goth and play video games.

In "Newton Uncle and the Magic of Gravity," join Newton uncle in a whimsical park where an unexpected apple on the head leads to an enchanting adventure. After chanting a sacred shloka, he meets Ganpati Bappa, who helps him understand the mystery of falling objects through a playful experiment. This charming tale combines curiosity, science, and a touch of magic, teaching young readers about the force of gravity in a delightful and memorable way.

Daddy teaches Cooper about controlling his temper, that anger is not good.

**The Blue Eyes** Lena liked the café for its quiet predictability—familiar faces, muted conversations, and the hum of rain on the windows. It was her refuge, a place where no one expected anything of her. That’s when she noticed him. He sat by the window, ordinary in every way except for his eyes—blue, startlingly vivid, like they saw through her. When he glanced her way, Lena quickly looked down, her heart unexpectedly quickening. Moments later, she heard his voice. “Is this seat taken?” Startled, she stammered, “No, go ahead.” He sat across from her, casual but assured. “I’m Michael,” he said, his gaze steady. “Lena.” Their conversation began awkwardly but quickly fell into an easy rhythm. They talked about books, the rain, nothing extraordinary—yet everything about it felt significant. His presence was magnetic, his words strangely familiar, as though they were picking up a thread they’d left unfinished. --- Michael started appearing more often, each visit deepening their bond. He knew little details about her—how she always ordered her coffee black, how she twisted her ring when nervous. “You notice a lot,” Lena said one day, half-joking. He smiled, almost apologetic. “I don’t mean to. It’s just... you feel familiar. Like I’ve known you before.” Lena’s chest tightened. She felt it too—that inexplicable pull, as if their lives had crossed in ways neither could explain. But she didn’t ask what he meant. Some feelings were too fragile to question. --- Then one day, he disappeared. Lena waited, watching the door every afternoon, her heart sinking when he didn’t come. She texted him, but there was no reply. Days turned into weeks. She went to the café out of habit, but the empty chair across from her was impossible to ignore. He was gone. Sitting by the window one rainy evening, she let the memory settle in her chest like a bittersweet ache.

Once upon a time there was a beetle who loved to tell everyone how fast he could run. “I am the fastest insect in the park,” he would say. His slow and steady friend the snail, tired of hearing him brag, challenged him to a race. “Ha,” the beetle thought to himself, “there is no way a snail could ever win against me.” On the day of the race, all of the insects in the park gathered to watch. The centipede waved a checkered flag to start the race. The beetle zoomed past the starting line as fast as he could, while the snail carefully inched herself forward bit by bit. The beetle cried out “You will never win this race at that slow, slow pace.” Out of breath from running, the beetle eventually reached a small pond of water. He thought, “I have plenty of time. I just will go around the pond.” The beetle sped off on his way. Inch by inch the snail crawled along the path. As she reached the pond, she thought, “It would be much shorter if I could somehow float across the water.” Perhaps I could build a boat. The snail gathered up some leaves, twigs and vine. She fashioned a small boat that helped her glide smoothly across the water of the pond. When she got to the other side, she hopped off the boat and could see all of her friends waiting for her at the finish line. Little by little the snail crept along the path until she crossed the finish line at long last. All of her friends cheered. “Hooray for snail!” they cried. A moment later the beetle came running across the finish line. “I can’t believe you beat me!” he said. “You know,” the snail replied with a smile, “being the fastest isn’t always everything”. “Sometimes if you just slow down for a moment and think about your challenge, you can come up with great solutions.”