I step into the kindergarten room and close the door. I look over at the snippy snappy little one sitting in the corner who is watching me; the same girl who questioned whether or not I was possibly ‘God’ or maybe just ‘old’ back in September.
She looks at me and says, ‘Mrs. Algarin, you again?’
I sigh and look at the ceiling. ‘Child, I am here to the bitter end’, I respond wearily.
‘Oh’ she answers. I suspect that she is severely disappointed.
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