I can still picture her shy smile as if it were just yesterday.
She sat two rows away from me in our fifth-grade classroom—always friendly, always bright, but oddly quiet when lunchtime came around.
Every day, as the class rustled with the sound of lunchboxes opening, she would rummage through her backpack a little too long before saying softly, “My …
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