In the quiet corner of the library, my daughter found joy in a forgotten basket of toys.
The soft hum of the evening filled the air as she giggled, her chubby hands clutching a colorful wooden train & other different toys. Nearby, the librarian smiled, watching her delight. The toys, worn but loved, clattered softly on the wooden table.
As twilight painted the sky outside, her laughter mingled with the rustle of pages and the scent of old books. In this serene space, surrounded by stories and playthings, my daughter's innocent joy brought warmth and life to the tranquil evening.
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