"My ice cream!"

Levinas reached her hand toward the sky, where the bird had flown with her stolen treat. The blue bird circled above us, seemingly celebrating its victory.

"Enjoy the ice cream, little bird!"

Levinas waved cheerfully at the bird, giggling as she swung her legs back and forth. She didn’t seem upset about losing her precious ice cream.

"Levinas, aren’t you sad that you didn’t get to eat much of it?"

"No! Sharing made it taste even better!"

"I see."

Instead of throwing a fit, she wished the bird well. Her gentle attitude was admirable.

"If I want …