"Margaret died last night..."

"Margaret died last night..."

"Ms. Wright died last night,"  I said as clearly as I could, sitting in one of those tiny Kindergarten chairs with the Kindergarten and First grade sitting on the floor in front of me.  My tears welling up, my voice cracking. I don't really remember much beyond their scrunched up wet faces as I followed my script. The room was filled with parents and other staff modeling that it was ok to cry.

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