It was the end of the day. A four-day weekend lay before us. We were all in a good mood.
The bell rang. Most of the kids quickly filed out. A few lingered to avoid the crush at the door and leisurely pack their bags.
“Mr. Hasan,” she said, walking up to me.
“Yes?”
“I was selected to be Boromir.”
She explained how she had applied and was selected for a Lord of the Rings event later this fall. She had a broad smile on her face as she spoke. She knew I would understand.
“That’s amazing!” I said. “Congratulations.”
“I’m keeping my Silmarillion and Return of the King Appendix A with me everywhere I go.”
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This morning I doodled this and sent it to her. Some of you might understand. Some maybe not.
