He thinks he's writing about his small cousins' birthday party.
But he's not.
He doesn't know I understand. His sister shared a very similar story last year.
His first piece of writing is just too much. You know what I mean. There's almost too much story there, covering up the one he really wants to tell.
We talk. We peel away layers. We strip away details until it hurts.
And there it is.
The real story.
He won't want to share it with anyone and that's OK.
He shared it with himself.
The real story.
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All I can say is good for you, teacher! Good for you. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is so well told. I know this story. Well. I could never have articulated it like you did, though. I admire the way you hold stories, students, and lives in your heart. I am glad you share!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you captured this powerful conference in a few short words. Sometimes sharing it with ourselves is enough.
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