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Happy February! 

In the middle of my sixth-grade year, our family moved from one end of the state to another. 

Already a quiet person, my southern drawl secured my silence in lieu of classmate ridicule.

After a week, I received a note passed up the row of classroom seats. Cautiously I accepted the unexpected offering.

In careful cursive (what?), the note posed this question Do you want to be my friend? Check Yes or No.

Initially, my heart swelled with joy.  Unfortunately, my suspicious mind screeched the brakes. What if this was a joke? Were the students behind me laughing awaiting my response?

Before the tears could spill, I noticed the crudely drawn daisy at the top of the page. That sealed the deal for me. Daisies are my favorite flower snd I really needed a friend.

Until our sophomore year in high school Vickie and I wished one another a happy first day of the month with a hand written note adorned with a pencil-sketched daisy. When teenage hormones stopped our routine in favor of boys and extra curriculars, we no longer celebrated the start of a newkm onth,but this practice stayed with me in my daily journal writing.

So, Happy February 2021! 

Lisa, Lady With the Cane


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