‘Don’t do my hair like that. It makes me look like a baby‘
‘I haven’t grown enough to be taller than the kindy kids and everyone will tease me for being small still’
‘I don’t want to be in a new class, with new kids who are just going to stare at me all day’
‘what if the new teacher doesn’t know that I get sick, what happens then’
and when the tears started to fall,
after she had released all of that pent up stress, she said the truest thing of all;
‘I’m just nervous, I guess’.
‘Don’t worry Ivy. Whatever happens I’ll be there to look after you’
and he was
and the morning went just fine
especially when their names were called
to find they were going to be with their most favourite teacher of all
as they stepped into the second grade.
The girl’s eyes relaxed and a small hint of a smile skirted across her face
he might have fist pumped the air.