The Door
The door to my kindergarten class was closed. I, a small girl child of five, looked even smaller as I faced the door. My index finger traced the swirling wood patterns that adorned it. Mesmerized, I pleaded to its uncaring surface.
"Please, please, please open." I whispered.
In the background the soft hum of children and their teachers filled the hallway.…
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