Sofia and the Hedgehog of Sunshine
Sofia had a Big Feeling sitting on her chest. It was warm and prickly, like a hedgehog made of sunshine and pins. She didn't know its name. She only knew it made her want to stomp and hide at the same time.
Grandpa noticed. He always did. He sat on the floor beside her and didn't say anything for a long, slow minute. Then he opened his hands like a little book.
"Some feelings," he said softly, "just want to be heard."
Sofia frowned. "But it's too big."
"Then let's make it smaller together," Grandpa smiled. "Breathe in like you're smelling cocoa. Hold it. Now blow out like you're cooling it down."
Sofia tried. In, hold, out. The hedgehog wiggled, but stayed.
"Tell me what colour it is," Grandpa said.
"Red," she whispered. "And a little orange around the edges."
"And what shape?"
"Spiky. But soft inside."
Grandpa nodded as if she had said something very wise. "That sounds like Frustration. He visits everyone, you know. Even me."
Sofia blinked. "Even you?"
"Even me. He just wants to know we noticed him. Then he goes home for tea."
Sofia put a hand on her chest and said, very politely, "Hello, Frustration. I see you." The hedgehog softened. Its spikes turned into petals. Slowly, it floated up and out of her, drifting through the open window like a balloon going home.
The room felt bigger. Sofia felt bigger too, in the good way. She leaned into Grandpa's shoulder, and the two of them watched the curtains breathe in and out with the wind.
"Thank you," she whispered. Not just to Grandpa, but to the Big Feeling for visiting, and for going.
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