I was drawing a picture of a rocket when suddenly, my pencil snapped right in two.
I stared at the broken tip and felt a little sad because I wanted to keep coloring.
Mom saw and gave me a sharpener, saying, “Let’s fix it together!”
I carefully twisted the pencil, watching the wood and lead become sharp again.
Soon, I was back to drawing stars and planets, my rocket flying through space.
Sometimes, little breaks can lead to new starts and better pictures.
I smiled, knowing my pencil was ready for more adventures.
Breaking my pencil wasn’t so bad after all—it was just part of the fun.