bethlehem

I imagined for a second or less that the small orange and white bus was going to wait for me tomorrow morning by this very same building to take me to my elementary school to sing in a Christmas play. I wanted to sing in that play some fifty years ago, but instead, I was designated a sheep of the shepherds in Bethlehem, in boyish pajamas. I wanted to have a different role, but the teacher said my voice was too coarse. If this were to happen to my daughter, I would commit a crime.