Kindergartens

You know what? I put on my coat and hat, I sit on the bench in the locker room, and wait for mom. Please, please Lord, let mom come and get me. At least to eat. The pasta is soft, the egg sucks. Yesterday I threw up, they made me get up, they took me to the center of the room, they left me standing there, alone, while they went to get something to clean me because my whole apron was dirty with vomit. I called Mom, I was wet, I was ashamed because everyone was staring at me, pointing their fingers at me, laughing with those toothless faces.

Why doesn’t Mom come and get me? So I go home and eat at least the mashed potatoes, which mom makes good, and then I watch the kids’ TV.
This morning they gave me a paper and a pencil. “Draw, Gina”, they told me. I pointed the pencil at the paper, I drew an arc with one hand. The one who gave me the sheet asked: “What is it, Gina?”. “It’s a bridge, okay?” I said. So, if nothing else, she will stop to force me to draw. I can’t draw, I don’t like drawing. I wish they would let me read all the books they have in that room over there. But maybe I can’t read.
Yesterday they made us sit in a circle. “Gina, tell us something about yourself,” they said. I didn’t have anything to say, I felt like I had a shoebox for my head. I was all sweaty.
“Don’t worry, Gina, you have so many new friends here.”
Mom explained to me that two people become friends when they have known each other for a long…