to move or speak. Then, out of nowhere, one boy quietly stood up. He didn’t say a word — just walked straight over to the teacher, took the diary from her hands, and returned it to its owner. The teacher was speechless. The moment passed in silence,
but it left something behind — a memory that stuck with me for life. It was the first time I saw someone stand up for what was right, even when no one else dared to. I never forgot it.
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