Tasty Spritz

All morning he stacked and glued cotton rounds into a soft little bunny he imagined someone picking up and smiling at when they walked by, but the room stayed busy and the glance he waited for never quite came and his brave face slipped just enough to show it hurt, such a sweet try, still beautifull. Holding it in.

He spent the whole afternoon shaping and stacking until the cardboard turtle finally looked ready to move, but when he carried it in with careful hands the room barely paused and his proud smile sank into quiet tears, he put so much into this it was never small. Let that matter.