The Half-Built Bridge
There was a town split by a river. On one side lived the elders, who spoke of tradition and memory. On the other side lived the children, full of laughter and wonder.
The teenagers, caught between these worlds, decided to build a bridge. They worked through clumsy mornings and tired evenings. Some days they felt invisible — too old to be indulged, too young to be trusted.
Still, they laid stone after stone. The bridge, half-built, already changed everything: elders walked closer to the river, smiling at the sound of music across the water. Children danced near the unfinished path, dreaming of new lands.
The teenagers realized something quietly — even unfinished bridges make people brave enough to meet halfway.