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The king said kissing her on her cheek "Daddy!! You know I am Ezra!!" "Princess I know you are Ezra,what kind of a question is this?" The little girl creased her forehead in annoyance. "No Daddy!!I am THE EZRA!!!!The hero!! The Thunder wolf!!The angel!!! She said with her eyes wide with excitement and happiness. "Ezraa come here !!You are barefoot!!atleast wear your stockings or you'll catch cold!!" Aleka was saying while looking at her sternly

The students each chose a picture book and read quietly. Jonathan sat by the window, focused on reading a picture book about the world of wild animals, when Teacher Ria walked over and sat beside him, asking kindly. “What are you reading, Jonathan?” Jonathan looked up and excitedly held the book cover toward her. “I am reading about the animal world. It says here that in the A****n rainforest there are pythons that are dozens of meters long. It is really fascinating.” The teacher smiled and affectionately patted Jonathan’s head.

"That is one huge cloud." "Okay, everyone," I said, holding the book I was reading. The kids sat around me on the bright alphabet rug. The fog outside was making them lose focus. "Sit with your legs crossed. Let’s finish our story about Paddington on his Busy Bee Adventure Trail before we go outside." "Finding B words is so boring!" Noah tried to spell the word but got it wrong. He moved around on the carpet, upset. "Mommy says teachers aren’t very smart, or they would not be teachers. I want to play with the big cloud!"

In as much as I'm ready to protect my son, I don't know how to wipe down that one incident down. It was in a small community center just across town. Rows and rows of books filled the room. Derrick was immediately lost between shelves, holding up colorful titles with wide eyes. "Mom! Aunt Lila! Look! Dinosaurs and Space Explorers in one book!" "Get it," Ava laughed, grabbing it for him. "And maybe this one too? It's about wolves." "Like the ones in your stories?" he asked. She nodded. "Exactly." Derrick shrugged, already marching toward the fantasy book section like he owned the place. "Books are my best friends. They don't yell. They don't lie. They just tell stories."

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

“The old woman ran to get the… bokeet…” Kai interrupted with a warm laugh. “No, Alex. It’s *buc-ket*. Bucket. Try again.” Alex grinned, repeating carefully. “Buc-ket. Then she filled it with… water from the… well and… carried it… home.” “That’s my boy. Keep reading.” Lucas, still young but determined, insisted on a simple board book filled with pictures of trucks. His words came in proud, short bursts, the deep dimple in his cheek flashing every time Kai praised him.

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

She asked excitedly. I put her back on the ground and led her to Lyrie’s reading circle. She took a seat and looked at my little sister in awe. “Alright little ones, I need to borrow your queen for a few moments.” Lyrie looked up at me and smiled, but the children let out a grown.

“We still have time.” So we went in. The familiar scent of paper and ink filled the air, wrapping us in a warm, calming atmosphere. Noah ran straight to the children’s section, his eyes lighting up at the colorful covers. He grabbed a book with a big green dragon on it and held it up to me. “Mommy, this one! I want this one. The dragon’s cute.” I chuckled. “Cute? Mommy thinks it’s a little scary.” “But it’s scary in a fun way,” Noah replied quickly, making Liam laugh beside me.

"They have books! Remember how we used to go to the used bookstore when I was a kid? ‘Storybook Land’. Oh my God, I loved that place!" "Of course I remember," she said with a chuckle. "We used to spend hours there. You were obsessed! I swear, we spent more money there than we did on food the summer you were in kindergarten. You loved that series about the puppy. What was it called again?" She was right. My mom had taken me there almost every weekend. And when things started to go wrong with my dad, it was our haven. We hid there and immersed ourselves in the pages of other worlds. Worlds where no matter what the problem might be, whether it was vicious dragons, evil monsters, or even puppies