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"Are you going to help me take care of the pebble or what?!" Ryland Grace yelled at me.
I already knew what that meant.
"I'm busy, Ry!"
"Well, if you don't come here, then this pebble's going to cry!"
"Why?" I asked.
"I think it's because of the storm!"
I quickly ran to him and the tiny rock creature and calmly said, "It's okay, buddy. We're taking care of you, remember?"
Grace smiled at me as I held it in my arms and sang it a lullaby to help it fall asleep. After it did, we quietly watched over it.