Valentine’s Dismay

Dressed up in a cute little frilly pink shirt and shiny new shoes, I trudged down the hallway to the classroom. Something didn't feel right.

She called on me for the answer, and the floodgates opened. That was the first Valentine's Day I was sick, but it wasn't the last.

Kindergarten: flu.

First grade: flu.

Second grade: unknown virus.

Third Grade: cold.

It went on like this until I met the love of my life. Suddenly, I didn't dread the date anymore, and I haven't been sick since. We'll see what happens this year!