AGE FIVE
“Shy. Observant. Imaginative. Obedient. Its playtime teacher. Its reading time classmates. Put everything away. Why am I the only one listening. Defensive. Stubborn. Angry. We need order, I’ll demand it with furrowed brow and quivered lip. Much to the frustration of mommy. Maybe that’s why Grandma picked me up. I could do no wrong in her eyes. At least mama knows I mean well.”