"In Mexico we have a word for sushi: bait."
I gave the T.A. an, "I'll Talk To You Later" glance and smile.
“So,” Alana sniffed. “Sushi is not coming back?”
“That’s right, Alana. She isn’t.”
“I can’t feed her anymore, then?” She shook her head.
“That’s right. She won’t be in the classroom anymore.” I continued. I felt my heartbreak for her but after about five minutes into the conversation I felt Alana had more of an understanding and motioned for the T.A. to take her by the hand.
As they began to walk out the door Alana ran to me and grabbed my arm, “But, Ms. Barbra! Ms. Barbra!” She pleaded.
I saw her big blue eyes looking up at me and realized I had to answer just one more question. The parent conference would just have to wait….this child clearly needed my attention.
“Yes, Alana? What is it?” I said holding both her hands in mine.
“Can we eat her for snack time, today?”