Mikala seemed so overwhelmed by the idea that tomorrow she would have a uniform and book arrangement. She bit her lips nervously like she always does and was just hyper. It was only nine p.m. and we didn’t do anything for the day, just watch TV or talk about school. It scared her that other people might judge her, and it scared me, too, thinking they’d bully her. But she’s only in third grade, so I hoped they wouldn’t do such a thing.
“What if they don’t have my size?”
“What if they push me?”
“Am I allowed to go to the bathroom?”
“What am I going to do with the books?”
Her questions made me laugh so hard. She looked so out of her mind and in such a rush. “You’ll be fine, Mikala. Don’t stress.”
“But, but – “
I rolled my eyes and got her to bed.
“You’ll be just fine, okay? Promise
