Even the last summer afternoon we
unpacked near the Wilsons' abandoned farm. We
placed blank books on an outspread blanket. we
sharpened pencils and started our lessons.
My oldest sister passed out apples she
picked that morning then narrated dragon
legends. She wrote each word down. My other
sister drew groups of dragons near numbers.
When school started I opened the classroom
door by myself. My sisters placed blank books
and sharpened pencils on the desk then left.
I ran back out the door and followed them.
In the classroom before they left again
they calmed me with words they calmed with numbers.
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