A Small Light on the Stairs

In an old apartment building where the lights often flickered, a young girl climbed the stairs every

evening, carrying her school bag and counting each step to make the walk feel shorter.

One night, she noticed a small lamp glowing on the third floor, placed carefully

near the railing, and the next evening it was still there, lighting the dark corner where people

usually stumbled. Days passed, and the lamp remained, sometimes brighter, sometimes dim,

but always present, and slowly neighbors began walking slower, greeting each other, and feeling less

alone in the quiet stairwell. The girl never asked who kept the lamp there,

but every time she passed it, she smiled, understanding that some people fix