A late-blooming Pansy

Her Name Was Pansy. We met in a public school in North Carolina. She was a kindergartner. I was a reading volunteer. Her teacher had basically classified her as an unmotivated underachiever from a single parented home.

What I saw that first day in early September was a cute little girl with sparkling brown eyes, a ready smile, and a hairdo consisting of many puffy pigtails. She was definitely a people person, sociability being her most outstanding characteristic.

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