Junie’s first day of first grade felt like a new beginning.
She walked up the sidewalk with confidence, her pigtails bouncing, while I stood there hoping she’d make friends.
I spent the day cleaning—anything to keep my nerves in check.
“Relax, Phoebe,” I muttered to myself. “June-bug will be fine.”
That afternoon, the front door burst open before I could even put the sponge down.
Junie ran in, flushed and breathless, her backpack half unzipped.
“Mom! Tomorrow you have to pack one more lunchbox!”
I blinked. “One more? Why, sweetheart? Didn’t I pack enough?”
