This week, the inquest into the death a beautifully lovely girl began-she was a former student of mine. She was a rare, exceptionally kind, bright, well-loved girl. I wept a lot when she died; I’ve cried a lot this week. And I’m just a former teacher who liked & admired her. I cannot fathom the pain & heaviness for her family & friends. This is my thought today:
It’s sunny today.
But I can’t stop thinking.
She’ll never feel the sun again.
Because she’s dead.
All because of
a piece of seedy bread.
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