Those stern eyes stared at me from behind thick glasses. I felt unnerved because mom wasn’t there to take care of everything.
She was asking questions and I dreaded that I’d be chosen next. Thank God, the lunch bell rang before my turn could come. I started running out of the class with all the other kids and in the commotion, I tripped and fell. Tears stung my eyes. Seeing blood on my scraped knees, I cried out.
Then someone gently lifted me and placed me on a chair. With utmost care, she cleaned my wound and then put a band-aid on top.
My first day in school made me realize that I already had another mom waiting for me in class.