Passing out at School

One day I stood on the steps next to the double doors leading to my elementary school. The doors were still closed and no one could go inside yet. I’m sure, knowing my mother, we were early. Because we always arrived first—and never late.

As we waited outside the classrooms where the windows spanned to my left and my right, almost as far as the east is to the west, I lost the ability to inhale or e…