May 28, 2010
Basketcase
I took Zozer to school this morning, realizing that this is her last day in the Bunny Room. I was sad, but it didn’t really hit me until we were walking down the hallway and I saw that her cubby had already been cleaned out, everything neatly stored in a bin that will go to the Bear Room cubbies this afternoon. Ms. Shari was standing there with a spray bottle of cleaner and a rag, wiping down the boxes. We looked at each other and, when tears sprang to my eyes, she looked away quickly. “Stop it! If I don’t think about it, I’m okay! I can pretend it’s not happening!”
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