She’s Fine


She stamped my hand this morning so I could look at it in case I missed her. I did miss her. I worked later. I didn’t write. I picked her up an hour before After School finished, to make sure she was okay. Maybe to make sure I was okay. Maybe because I didn’t know what to do with myself. She cried when she saw me because she wanted to stay. She told me she went to make copies of house pictures they drew. She taught her teacher how we make paper snowflakes. She had a snack and called it dinner. She can’t wait to go back tomorrow. I may need another stamp in the morning. Some days, this growing up seems to happen a little too fast.

Author: Casey

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