Keianna

We went to the elementary school I attended to let my younger brother and cousins play on the playground. They had a lot of energy and were honestly getting on my nerves. I threw my bag on the ground and looked over at my dad, then at my sisters. I never would have thought things would be this way.

This place feels like crying when my mom said we had to stop playing and go home for dinner. The soft clank of the tether ball chain against the pole reminds me of being terrified to play because I was once hit by the ball.

I lay back on the grass and wondered if this memory would stick with me as well.

I hope that my youngest brother has memories of this place. I’ll be old enough to take him places when he gets older. It’s nice to think that. He’s just a baby now, maybe he’ll eventually look up to me. I I’m a good role model. ♦