Pictures
Afterward there was a reception for the fifth and sixth graders under a huge white tent in the back of
the school. All the kids found their parents, and I didn’t mind at all when Mom and Dad hugged me
like crazy, or when Via wrapped her arms around me and swung me left and right about twenty
times. Then Poppa and Tata hugged me, and Aunt Kate and Uncle Po, and Uncle Ben—everyone
kind of teary-eyed and wet-cheeked. But Miranda was the funniest: she was crying more than
anyone and squeezed me so tight that Via had to practically pry her off of me, which made them
both laugh.
Everyone started taking pictures of me and pulling out their Flips, and then Dad got me, Summer,
and Jack together for a group shot. We put our arms around each other’s shoulders, and for the first
time I can remember, I wasn’t even thinking about my face. I was just smiling a big fat happy smile
for all the different cameras clicking away at me. Flash, flash, click, click: smiling away as Jack’s
parents and Summer’s mom started clicking. Then Reid and Maya came over. Flash, flash, click,
click. And then Charlotte came over and asked if she could take a picture with us, and we were
like, “Sure, of course!” And then Charlotte’s parents were snapping away at our little group along
with everyone else’s parents.
And the next thing I knew, the two Maxes had come over, and Henry and Miles, and Savanna.
Then Amos came over, and Ximena. And we were all in this big tight huddle as parents clicked
away like we were on a red carpet somewhere. Luca. Isaiah. Nino. Pablo. Tristan. Ellie. I lost track
of who else came over. Everybody, practically. All I knew for sure is that we were all laughing and
squeezing in tight against each other, and no one seemed to care if it was my face that was next to
theirs or not. In fact, and I don’t mean to brag here, but it kind of felt like everyone wanted to get
close to me.
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