This afternoon, my brother and I were playing in the living room with our favorite toy robot.
He made it zoom across the floor, laughing as it beeped and spun in circles.
But then—crash!—the robot hit the wall and one of its arms popped off!
My brother’s smile disappeared, and his eyes got wide like saucers.
“I didn’t mean to!” he said, holding the broken piece in his hand.
I felt sad, but I knew he didn’t do it on purpose, so I gave him a hug.
Together, we brought it to Dad, who helped us fix it with glue and a little patience.
In the end, we learned that accidents happen, but fixing things—and forgiving—makes everything better.