|Not actual bag...stand in that |
doesn't make me cry
I stopped by my daughter's lunch table to say hello and see how the newly diagnosed kid was doing. I had to say something. I saw the camouflage bag. I asked him how he was. "Good, my mom just stopped by to check on me. I'm fine," he said.
The camouflage bag. Something caught in the back of my throat. I couldn't finish my sentence. I just wanted to know how the transition to school was going. There was no stopping the quickly forming tears. I couldn't speak.