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Kindergarten

Kindergarten. 

The first day I got lost.

Instead of going to the kindergarten section,

I was found in the 3rd to 5th grade sections.

I started crying, sobbing.

Eventually a teacher found me. 

She took me to the class that I was supposed to be in.

You were in my class.

I walked in,

cheeks still red and irritated from tears,

and I was told to sit at your table.

You asked me if I was okay.

I wasn't.

But I responded with "Yes." anyway.

A few weeks later was picture day.

You wore a green and white stripped shirt.

You smiled your cute "I'm a kindergartener!" smile.

Your hair was brushed, it looked like a mushroom.

When I saw it, I giggled. 

But not a mean giggle.

I got used to the haircut.

Later on,

about 3 quarters into the year,

you stopped showing up. 

No one knew why,

Except the teachers.

I remember I saw your mom,

in the front office,

crying. 

I didn't understand.

I felt bad, of course.

But you never showed up.

One day,

our teacher, Mrs. A,

told us to sit down.

She told us.

You were diagnosed with cancer.

Mrs. A started crying mid sentence.

Why?

Because you were too young.

Too young to mature so fast with such a deadly virus,

in you.

You were innocent.

You still are.

You didnt show up for the rest of that year.

No word was said about your condition ever since

Mrs. A told us. 

I really hope you're okay.