Hadi sits at the colorful classroom table. He taps his crayon on a piece of paper. The letter H wobbles just slightly.
Hadi picks up his crayon again. The H on the paper seems to wiggle and do a little hop. He whispers, 'H.' His eyes go wide and he drops his crayon.
Hadi points at the H on the alphabet chart on the wall. 'There's another H!' he says. The chart H seems to wave back at him.
Hadi runs into the sunny schoolyard. Haya waves from near the slide. 'Haya!' calls Hadi. The H in her name feels just like the H on his paper.
Hamad waves from the swings. 'Hamad!' shouts Hadi. He notices the H in both their names, standing tall and strong like his own.
Hadi shows his paper to Haya and Hamad. The three of them trace the H together with their fingers. The letter seems to glow between their hands.
The letter H jumps from paper to paper, connecting all three of them. The children gasp and laugh as it dances between their hands.
Hadi holds up his paper proudly. Haya and Hamad link hands around the letter H. Their fingers trace it together.
They hold the paper together, their fingers tracing the H one more time. The colorful classroom feels just a little bit brighter.
The letter H stays on the page, bold and blue and beautiful. Hadi smiles. He can't wait to find more H's tomorrow.
