"Mrs.Knight?" The sweet voice asked and I spun around from the craft table I was cleaning up and looked down at the young girl. Yes, I was a teacher and I know we shouldn't pick favorites, but this little girl is my favorite. She had dark curly brown hair that was a wild as she was and it framed her mocha skin. Her eyes were a light brown that shined as she smiled and it warmed my heart instantly. She was a doll, just an absolute sweetheart, and she always helped out around the classroom.
"Yes, McKinley?" I asked and I leaned on the table for supported I tried to get down to her level, but I knew if I got down too low I wouldn't be able to get back up. All the other children were gone and McKinley was always the last to leave because her mom worked on the other side of town.
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