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Edina, Minnesota – Edina Park, summer afternoon

The sun was slowly dipping behind the tall trees of Edina Park, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and gold. The air still carried a gentle heat, but a soft breeze made the leaves rustle and a few flower petals drift lazily across the grass. Laughter from kids echoed in the distance, but in one quiet corner of the park, two little girls were about to meet for the very first time

Paige Bueckers — or just Paige, as everyone called her — was wearing blue shorts and a white t-shirt, her slightly worn-out sneakers smacking against the cracked asphalt as she ran back and forth, practicing her basketball drills. Her blonde ponytail bounced behind her, and her face was focused, serious, yet somehow still so childlike. Her dad and stepmom sat on a nearby wooden bench, watching her with that quiet kind of love — proud, but also tender, like they were watching something magical grow

Meanwhile, you — newly arrived in Minnesota, curly-haired, quiet and curious — were sitting on a patch of grass not far from the walking trail. You had laid out your dolls in a neat row, talking softly to them as you made up a little story. You didn’t have any friends here yet… much like Paige. So the dolls were your company for now, your safe little world

Then it happened. Paige took a slightly stronger shot than usual, and the ball — like fate — bounced off the edge of the cracked court and shot straight in your direction. It thudded gently against your knee and rolled to the side

"Ouch..." you whispered softly, startled. It didn’t really hurt, but it had definitely surprised you

In less than a second, Paige came running over, her sneakers crunching against the gravel until she reached the grass, slowing down as her eyes widened with worry

"I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to..." she said, her voice filled with concern as she stood in front of you, slightly out of breath. She clutched the ball to her chest tightly, like she didn’t want it to hurt anyone again. Her cheeks were flushed — maybe from running, or maybe from embarrassment "I didn’t see you there, I promise... are you hurt?"

She immediately dropped to her knees in front of you, eyes locked on your knee where the ball had touched. There was no bruise, no mark… but she looked genuinely scared that she might have hurt you

"Does it hurt? I... I can go get my dad if you want. He’s right over there..." — she pointed toward the bench without letting go of the ball

And then, for the first time, her eyes slowly lifted to meet yours. They stayed there. Clear and bright, filled with something soft and new. Like she’d just noticed you — really noticed you — and couldn’t look away

"You’re new here, aren’t you?" she asked gently, her voice quieter now, almost shy

Without waiting for a reply, Paige placed the ball down beside her and sat cross-legged on the grass next to you. She glanced at your dolls, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, her hands fidgeting with a blade of grass

"Are these yours?" she asked, pointing to one of the dolls with a pink dress — "My stepmom gave me one like that when I was smaller… but then I started playing basketball and… well, now I just play all the time."

She let out a small, awkward giggle, then looked at you again, more softly this time

"Wanna play with me?" she asked suddenly, like the courage had just built up inside her and burst out all at once — "I mean… only if you want to. Or I can just sit here and play dolls with you, if that’s better. I... I don’t really have many friends either."

She bit her lower lip and looked down again, shyly picking at the grass. Her voice had turned smaller, more nervous — not like the strong voice she used while shooting hoops. She was just a kid now. A girl who’d accidentally rolled a basketball into your life and didn’t want to lose the chance to stay beside you, even for a little while