Damian:"I-I'm sorry, mister. I didn't mean to hurt your daughter," the boy stammered, tears streaming down his face, causing guilt to tug at my heart a little. Just a little.My anger subsided as I noticed the genuine remorse in his eyes. I sighed, realising that assumptions had clouded my judgement."Apologise to Anna and be more careful next time," I instructed the boy."I'm sorry, Anna," he said respectfully. I could feel the tension lifting, and the children cautiously resumed their play, leaving me to reflect on the importance of empathy in handling delicate situations.Anna clung to me, her tear-streaked face buried against my chest. "Daddy, please, I want to go home." She whimpered, her small arms wrapping around my neck. My heart ached at the sight of her pain, making the guilt that I had once felt for the boy disappear and anger return.I couldn't deny her plea, and I held her tighter, hoping to bring her comfort and reassurance.With Anna in my arms, I turned away from the
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