Despite the Voices
I stepped out of the chilly school bus as the cool wind hugged against my cheeks. I glanced ahead of me and there she was, just like every other day. Her mouth fell into a smile as Chile–our dog–lay in her usual spot beside my mother’s foot. I ran toward Chile, watching her face light up, tail frantically wagging. She gave me a few licks to express her enthusiasm, which lasted a good five seconds before her day continued as if I had been there all along. I didn’t care, though, because all I...
