by ERIN LUNDE
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You see the little boy raise his hand. He is squirming in his seat next to all the other first graders squirming in their seats. He waves his hand, too, in case you’re not noticing him right there in the front row.
You search your memory for his name. The first week of your first job teaching – really teaching – your first grade class. “Freddy!” You are as excited as he is to call out his name. “What is it?”
Freddy flaps his hand in response. “Miss Kay! I lost a tooth!” He – and all his neighbors – look down at his fist, sitting there like a nest on his desk.
You stretch your lips across your teeth. You smile at him. Your tongue flicks inside your mouth, searching.
“Freddy! That is wonderful!” you say. Your lips work to keep your tongue inside.
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