Struggling with the lock
Olivia wrestled with the small lock on the box, frowning with determination. “Ugh, it won’t open!” she complained, stepping back with hands on hips.
My wife walked over, glancing at the stubborn lock. “Maybe it’s just jammed,” she suggested, but we both knew that wasn’t true.
Later on, Olivia couldn’t stop wondering about it. “Dad, what’s inside?” she asked again, curiosity sparking in her eyes despite the failed attempt.