To a schoolroom with dual purpose and use
I stepped onto plush carpet of red mud and damp wood
Our entrance ensued a sudden clapping like the chorus of the heavenly host singing to the
Shepherds
The rawness of emotion crept behind me like the tiptoe of wind
As I looked down at 40 little faces
Hallowed, hungry eyes
Packed on benches in a space the size of our son's bedroom
My heart was suspended from the work of a beat
They were clapping for us
They had waited for us
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