“Why do we have to move?” little Timmy asked, his eyes wide with confusion as he clutched the worn teddy bear. His mother, Lily, took a deep breath and knelt beside him, her eyes reflecting the same sadness he felt.

“Well, Timmy,” she began, her voice gentle yet firm, “sometimes, life takes us on different paths, and we have to go where there are more opportunities for us to be happy and grow.”

Timmy frowned, his small thumb tracing the stitches on the bear’s ear. “But what if I don’t want to leave my friends?”