However, her age restricted her from partaking in such exhilarating rides.

Undaunted, she surveyed her surroundings, her eyes fixating on a nearby slide, and off she trotted.

The slide was situated in the vicinity of the swing and seesaw in the open play area.

A cluster of enticing food stalls lay not far off. While passing by, Jennie was tantalized by the mouthwatering aroma and came to an abrupt halt. She cast a yearning glance in their direction and declared, "Sabrina, I want fried chicken."

Sabrina's own taste buds echoed the sentiment and she approached the stall to place the order. Upon turning around, she discovered that Jennie had already ascended the slide.

"Take care," Sabrina cautioned.

"Got it," Jennie affirmed before descending the slide with gleeful abandon.

The fried chicken was being freshly prepared, so Sabrina patiently lingered at the stall, casting occasional glances toward Jennie.

“Miss, your order is ready," the stall owner announced, presenting Sabrina with their delectable fare.

Settling the bill with graceful efficiency, Sabrina's world was abruptly disrupted by an abrupt, piercing scream, resonating not far from their location and accompanied by a commotion.

Sabrina swiveled around, her gaze locking onto the disconcerting sight of Jennie. Jennie sprawled on the ground, struggling to regain her footing.

Without hesitation, Sabrina rushed to Jennie, extending a comforting hand as she inquired anxiously, "Jennie, are you alright? Where did you get hurt? Can you tell me?"

Jennie, her pallid face a canvas of discomfort, extended her trembling hand, revealing a palm marred by abrasions and oozing crimson.

"Is there pain anywhere else?" Sabrina inquired with concern.

Jennie shook her head in response.

"Okay, I'll take care of your wound," Sabrina reassured, producing a tissue from her bag and tenderly cleansing the dirt from Jennie's injured palm. Afterward, she gently blew on it and inquired, "How did you fall off the slide, sweetheart?"

Jennie, with a plaintive gaze, gestured toward a boy perched atop the slide and whimpered, "Sabrina, he pushed me!"

There were two young boys on the slide, and Jennie pointed at one of them, a boy who appeared to be around eight years old and notably taller than Jennie. It became evident why the fall had occurred.

Sabrina harbored no doubt about Jennie's honesty.

Turning her attention to the boy in question, Sabrina questioned, “Did you push her?"