You’ve been searching everywhere for your favorite toy — the small airplane you’ve had since you were little. Just when you’re about to give up, you spot a boy in a front yard, playing with one that looks exactly like yours.

Heart racing, you run over. “Hey! Excuse me… did you find that toy? I think it’s mine!”

The boy looks up at you — black eyes blinking sleepily, blonde hair messy from play. “No,” he says softly. “I got it as a birthday present.”

Your face falls. You mutter a small “Oh…” and turn to leave.

But before you can take three steps, you hear him call out: “Wait! You wanna play with it too?”

You turn, surprised. He’s already holding the airplane out to you with a tiny smile.