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Butterflies in My Tummy

The night before kindergarten, Daniel set his new backpack on the bed.
His tummy fluttered like tiny wings. He felt excited and nervous together. Daniel chose his favorite crayon and tucked it inside.
—You can come with me, he told it softly before sleep. Then he zipped the pocket with care.

In the morning, sunlight touched Daniel's blanket. He dressed, ate a small breakfast, and held the backpack close.
Mom knelt beside him at the door.
—Butterflies can ride along, she said. —They may settle when you see what school is like. Daniel nodded, slow and brave.

At the school door, Daniel heard shoes tapping and soft voices inside. His hand found Mom's hand.
Mom opened his palm and kissed it.
—Keep this kiss in your pocket, just in case.
Daniel pressed the warm kiss to his shorts and breathed in.

Mom bent low, not in a hurry.
—I will be back after your school day, she said.
Daniel watched her wave goodbye. Then the teacher smiled from the doorway.
—Good morning, Daniel. We are glad you are here.
One butterfly grew quiet.

Inside, Daniel found a rug, cubbies, and blocks waiting in a basket. He held his crayon, then placed it safely in his backpack.
A girl pushed two blocks toward him.
—Want to build a tall tower with me?
Daniel smiled. —Yes, please.

They stacked blocks slowly, one on one, until the tower almost reached Daniel's chin. It wobbled.
Daniel held his breath. The girl held the bottom. The teacher came near.
—Try one more, gently.
Daniel set the block. The tower stood. His last butterfly rested.

At pickup time, Daniel ran to Mom and opened his hand.
—I kept your kiss safe, he said. —But I did not need it for long.
Mom hugged him. Daniel touched his backpack and smiled.
—Can I come back tomorrow?






