Evening sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm glow over the living room where building blocks lay scattered like tiny castles in ruins.
Ivaan was deeply engrossed, tongue peeking out in concentration as he tried to stack a blue block on top of a yellow one—only for the entire structure to collapse with a dramatic gasp from him.
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