A Ballad for my Sixth Class Girl (I promise it’s not actually a ballad)
Four years old. Just over three feet high. In a uniform that was ludicrously long. Tiny then, even tinier in hindsight, and in the pictures I can still find on my phone. The pictures I was going to use for the “First Day Last Day” post, like the ones I saw
Andrea Mara 5 May 2020