Tyrisha showed up after being out with pink eye. "IwantmysackofValentinecandy."
"Oh," this from a smart kid, "The teacher threw it away. We thought you moved."
Tyrisha, big for her age, bawled all morning.
And then this happened. During transition time (changing from one activity to the next) Daniel slipped something into my hand. It was a tag cut from inside his shirt. On it he had written with a skinny marker: Mrs. J. I love you. XOXOX
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