SHERRY
Amelia is telling me about one of the children at the kindergarten who is refusing to take some food and I turn to her, eyeing her, already knowing what she wants me to do.
“I will try to get her to finish her meal.” I assure her with a smile to which she immediately lights up to.
“You're an angel!” she exaggerates and hands me the tray of food.
Taking it from her, I go over to Shantel who's sitting at a table all alone. Seeing the tray that I've brought with me, she pouts and faces the other way.
I sit at the small chair, hoping it doesn't give away under my adult weight and it thankfully doesn't or else I would've been so embarrassed.
“Hey Shantel, are you not feeling well?” I start in a mellow voice and smile. Instead of answering me, she turns to me just to throw me a scow
