Twenty-one years ago~

As we pulled up to the elementary school, I forced myself to remain calm. We’d known this time would come, yet that didn’t make it easier. As Byron turned my way with a weary smile, the car came to a stop in a parking spot. The one-story building loomed before us. To the average parent it was probably beautiful, a recently constructed school with all the amenities including a rubber-covered ground for the playground, a small backstop and field ...