The guilt.
Every day I wave to Dutch when I leave her daycare. She stands at the window, and I stand on the corner outside and wave to her. Half the time, she stands at the window but is clearly too engrossed with something going on inside the room to remember to wave, but I ALWAYS wave. Except today. Today I forgot.
I came to pick her up, and stopped in the classroom to round up her stuff before going out to the playground to summon her. In her cubby were two pieces of paper. One read (in big caps, written by a teacher: " Mama when I wave at you I want you to wave at me." The other was an indecipherable drawing. When I fetched the girl herself I apologized for forgetting to wave. She showed me the drawing and said "This is me. These are my tears..."
I came to pick her up, and stopped in the classroom to round up her stuff before going out to the playground to summon her. In her cubby were two pieces of paper. One read (in big caps, written by a teacher: " Mama when I wave at you I want you to wave at me." The other was an indecipherable drawing. When I fetched the girl herself I apologized for forgetting to wave. She showed me the drawing and said "This is me. These are my tears..."
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