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December 12, 2010
Sarah took her hand, a little uncertainly, but smiled as my mother grasped Sarah's wrist and joined it with her other hand on Sarah's forearm. The gesture seemed tribal to me, and I could tell Sarah was uncomfortable, but the look in my mother's eyes was gratitude and something else. Pride.

Even though I had only met her five minutes earlier, I wanted my mother to look at me with that same feeling.

Sarah turned to me and said, "You're going to be in big trouble at school tomorrow."

"Me?" I lowered the ice pack. Mom put it back.