The Boy In The Photo
At the corner of the board, an old Polaroid photo that was never removed.
I stared at the photo a little longer than necessary.
It was a childhood photo of me, with another boy, arms over each other, smiling happily in front of the camera.
I reached out to touch the boy in the photo.
You have an important school year ahead, don’t think too much. Be normal. Like how you have always done.
I retracted my hands and turned to look in the mirror again. This time, I took a deep breath, straightened my posture, and put on a light smile before getting out of the room.
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