Chapter 6:
The morning sun crept through the tiny cracks in their small house.
Ava sat on her bed, staring at the pencil. đď¸
She had spent all night thinking.
She knew the pencil was real.
And she also knew⌠it was dangerous.
She couldn't tell anyone. Not even her family.
Her stomach tightened as she looked around the cramped room.
Her father's legs were still weak.
Her grandmother coughed quietly.
Her mother's eyes were tired, holding worry like a heavy cloak.
Her brother rubbed his eyes, hoping for something to eat.
Ava took a deep breath.
She picked up the pencil carefully.
She wrote slowly, deliberately:
"There is food for breakfast."
Her hands trembled.
A soft clatter came from the kitchen.
Bread. Eggs. Milk. Enough for everyone.
Her mother looked up in surprise. "How�"
Her father blinked, confused.
Her brother's eyes lit up.
Ava sat silently, heart pounding.
It worked again.
Over the next few days, Ava used the pencil carefully.
A little money appeared here.
A small bouquet of herbs there.
Medicine for her grandmother.
Each time, she made sure no one saw.
But with every small miracle, her heart grew heavier.
What if someone finds out?
What if it disappears?
What if I lose control?
Still⌠seeing her family smile made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope.
One evening, as the city lights flickered on, Ava watched her little brother laugh as he ate.
Her mother smiled faintly.
Her father looked⌠almost at peace.
Ava held the pencil tightly. đď¸
"This is only the beginning," she whispered to herself.
She didn't know then how much responsibility came with such power.
Or how quickly it could become dangerous.
END OF CHAPTER 6