Six Months

Damion

I drove down the long driveway, my eyes popping up from time to time to look in the rearview mirror. Oliver had been smiling since he had awoken for the day. He was truly excited for school. It was a first. He had never been excited about going to his old school. Not even on the first day. This was going to be a good change for him.

“This is a big day,” I told him.

“Yep,” he agreed, his eyes out the window.

“If you get nervous or have any problems, you can talk to Miss June.”

“I know,” he answered without a care in the world.

My pep talk wasn’t needed. I shut up and focused on driving and let him enjoy the ride. When we got to the school, I waited for him to tell me he was scared or changed his mind. He didn’t. He marched right up to the doors. I followed behind him as he led the way to the classroom.

“All right, buddy, I’ll be here for a bit while you get settled,” I told him, helping him hang his backpack on the hook with his name above it.

“I’m okay, Dad. You can go home.”