That was the permission everyone needed.
A boy put in a guitar pick.
Another set a folded napkin from the diner where he worked.
The “weird” girl dropped a tiny bead that caught the light like a good idea.
By last bell, the bag took on a new shape again.
Heavy in the big pocket. Steady in the small.
I stacked chairs and erased the board, and the room looked like any other room when no one is in it.
The ordinary can be holy if you let it.
On my way out, I saw Mr. Lambert at the end of the hall, talking to a custodian about a leaky radiator like it was a fourth-quarter problem he could solve with grit.
He glanced up at the bag on my shoulder and gave a small salute. I nodded back.
I stopped at the counselor’s office.
The door was shut.
The light strip at the bottom glowed. I didn’t knock.
Outside, the world kept doing what it does.
Minivans idled.
A whistle blew on the soccer field.
Someone’s dog refused to get in the car. I stood there and let the cool air rinse the day off my face.
On the drive home, I thought about the parent email from last night and the football kid’s meatloaf and my brother’s stupid, perfect laugh. I thought about how small towns can carry grudges for twenty years but still show up with casseroles when the house burns down.
I parked in my driveway and didn’t get out right away.
The bag sat in the passenger seat, the way my brother used to when we were teenagers—shoulder against the window, eyes on the road, music too loud.
I put my hand on the canvas.
“We’re doing it,” I said to no one and to him. “We’re carrying it. We’re carrying each other.”
The next morning, the kids filed in and went straight to the stool.
No instructions. No speech. Tap. Tap. Tap. A small ritual of belonging.
I started class with the two words. “Here, steady,” I said.
And we were. Not perfect. Not fixed. Just together, with a heavy thing that had learned how to also hold light.
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