I went to collect a student from her classroom today and she met me with a smile. Running to the door she said breathlessly, "Ms. S, I brought you something."
"You did?" I asked, curious as to what would prize would fall into my hands.
"Yep. It's a picture." She handed me a folded up photograph of two little kids. It looked like it had been loved well over the past few years. "This is me and Jr. I brought it because I wanted you to see me and him."
I thanked her and sighed.
And as we walked in unision to my classroom my heart mimicked her straight black hair that always moved when she walked, swinging from happy to happy.
"You did?" I asked, curious as to what would prize would fall into my hands.
"Yep. It's a picture." She handed me a folded up photograph of two little kids. It looked like it had been loved well over the past few years. "This is me and Jr. I brought it because I wanted you to see me and him."
I thanked her and sighed.
And as we walked in unision to my classroom my heart mimicked her straight black hair that always moved when she walked, swinging from happy to happy.
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