Pretending To Be a School Counselor
Who is yelling out in the hallway? The child asked.
She is in the counseling office, where I pretend to counsel.
I am actually teasing children into playing in sand or drawing pictures.
Why don’t you go look? I suggest. Report back to me.
She says, “The boys with the breakfast carts are fighting; they are loud.”
“The principal will soon be out here to take care of it,” I tell her.
I smack my right fist into my left palm.
She begins to smile.
First smile anyone has seen all day.
It is a start.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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