“Happy new year! What
happened to you?”
“I broke my thumb and fractured my hand.”
“Wow. How did that happen?”
“When I was visiting my Dad in jail. The steel door closed
on my hand. I have a note. I can’t play outside until February. I have
to go to the office for every recess and lunch.”
“Ok. Well. I’m glad to see you. Put your backpack away
and come sit on the rug.”
“Are you going to read us a story?”
“Yes.”
“Can you please read the story about the porcupine who thinks
the acorn is his baby?”
“Sure.”
“Ok. I’ll be right in.”
Sweet Jesus, we are so lucky.
ReplyDeleteSo lucky.
This is an amazing piece.