It was Awards Day and she was a fifth grader, dancing behind the school, in front of the trailers.
"You are beautiful." Adrian announced walking right up to her, as I tried to march the rest of the kindergartners out to the trailer.
She kept twirling and jumping, the most beautiful thing we saw all day.
I hid in the back of the Awards Ceremony, watching my fifth graders go away. It was hard. It is always hard to watch the fifth graders go, but this group was especially difficult. That is all I have to say about that.
"Do you remember that park we walked Lola in, on the way back from Terlingua?" Alec asked.
"It was Uvalde."
Uvalde. I remember. A dusky town, low-rise. Lots of Hispanic people. We walked Lola in their park, not knowing the horror that awaited them.
Every time we are on the road, I see these schools. I always wonder what it would be like to work there, if it would be a nice place, comfortable. It is strange to be somewhere with tragedy lurking and not even know it.
I ended the Housing Authority, too. My last night was last night. I can say a lot about that too, but won't.
I just need to be the best me I can be.
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