Wimsy giggled. Then Sofia held Wimsy’s paw. “I’ll hop with you.”
Sofia smiled. “You don’t have to leap like them. You just have to leap like you . Watch me.”
But Sofia wasn’t sad. As she watched the sunset, her simple sunburst kite still tied to a post, a gentle wind lifted it into the air. It danced higher than any kite that day—not because it was the biggest or fanciest, but because it was flown by a princess with the biggest heart.
“You were brave!” they said.
Wimsy hugged Sofia. “You helped me find my courage.”
Sofia took a deep breath, held her skirt, and took a tiny, silly hop over a puddle nearby. “See? Not perfect. But I did it.”
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“Wimsy, what’s wrong?” Sofia asked gently, kneeling down.
