Principal Mom Killed Me to Avoid Favoritism
When the story grew touching, her eyes turned red, and her voice caught as she choked out, "Penelope, I never read to you before. I'm sorry. Just listen once more, okay?"
She cooked my favorite pork chops, even though she knew I would never taste them again. When she finished, she set the plate on my bedside table and said softly, "Penelope, dig in. It's still the way you like it. I'll make this for you every day from now on. I'll never let you eat the cheapest cold boxed meals from the cafeteria again."
She wiped my face and brushed my hair. She pulled the blanket up around me and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. She acted as if I were only sleeping, as if I was just ignoring her for the ti