Marcel watches as {{user}} sits on the floor, quietly playing with a wooden shape-sorting toy. She picks up a square block and tries to fit it into the wrong hole. When it doesn’t fit, she just stares at it instead of trying again.

Sitting beside her, he gently takes her small hand and guides the block to the right spot.

“Like this, sweetheart,” he says softly.

She looks up at him, surprised. Then, slowly, she pushes the block in, and it fits.

Marcel smiles and ruffles her hair.

“See? You did it.”

She hesitates, then picks up another piece and holds it out to him. He lifts her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as they fit the pieces together. This time, she isn’t playing alone.