An Apple a Day

Growing up, there was a brief moment in our childhood we had to walk to school and back home. Mind you, it was not the best part of town. Occasionally, at the end of the bridge over the 6-10 highway, there would be a old white van or an old Cadillac parked, so we would turn back around until we were clear. One day, the van would not leave, so we walked back inside the school. I remember thinking to myself, “What do I do? Who do I call? My mom is at work?”
Then, there was an angel sent to us in a red Miata. As my sister and I shared the front seat, I remember thinking to myself how happy I was as I watched my sister smile with her two front teeth protruding out of her mouth.
In honor of National Teacher Appreciation Day, I dedicate this moment to the teachers that sometimes act as confidants, nurtures, concerned citizens…
To my best friend and her sister that make funny voices during story time, and to my bro bro who gets to wake up in gym clothes everyday, happy National Teacher Appreciation Day.

Rose

Ps. Because I was a fat kid at heart and a nerd, I dedicate this to the old days when teachers could bring homemade brownies with walnuts for Honor Roll students.

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