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The broken glass

The glass stays broken. Trust is mended, and nobody steps on the pieces.

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Hi Aavya. A glass of water slipped and cracked on the floor. The pieces shone. Aavya's heart went fast. The first thought was, if nobody saw, I can stay quiet. Why? Because a scolding is scary. Aavya nudged a piece under the desk with one shoe. Then the water spread, and Rahul's shoe began to slide. If he fell, the glass would scatter more. Aavya put a hand up. Teacher, it slipped from my hand. She did not scold. She passed a cloth. They wiped the water and folded the pieces into newspaper. The glass stayed broken. The room was clean, and Aavya's breath slowed down. Aavya, the truth does not mend glass. It keeps someone else's foot off the pieces.

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