I wrote this a while back. God Bless.
Originally posted on The Burned Hand:
I don’t know where you were on that day…maybe you were a student. All I know is that I was the teacher and it was only the second week of school. I dropped my baby girl off at daycare that morning. It was a special day because she was 6 months old. I was walking my class down the hall when another teacher stopped me and asked me if I heard the news. What news? What is going on? She whispered to me what they thought was happening to our country right then and all I could do was hold myself together to get down the hall. These little people depend on me to keep it together. I wasn’t allowed to turn the TV on in the classroom, and there was no other way to get news. At lunch, I sought out other teachers and asked them if they knew…
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