Was there ever a day where everything was sad but everything was going by so fast that your emotions couldn’t catch up? 2nd grade was one of the hardest years of my life.

In my classroom, I remember my teacher answering the phone. She hung up and looked at me. Her face had a serious, yet compassionate look; as if she could feel my emotions inside of me and was already trying to comfort them. Then she said, “ Go ahead and head to the office, your parents are picking you up early today.”

The week before, I had found out that my grandpa had passed away a week or two before that day. But at first I didn’t know what was happening. I remember walking to my cubby to grab my light pink with blue and purple polka-dotted backpack to head to the office. The walk to the office was quiet other than the occasional murmur from the other classrooms that I passed. Listening to the sound of my uniformed black velcro Sketchers patting against the tile. Looking down at my shoes the only thing to think about was what was going to happen next. I waited about one to two minutes before my parents came. Standing and waiting to go home. It could have been my young mind, or just everything went by so fast; from walking through the halls, to waiting by the doors for my parents to the car-ride home. It just all was a blur.