The final letter arrived in the backpack without a second glance.
A picture of him with his two teachers. A happy, innocent, precocious preschooler.
It will never be the same, and this picture was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I see myself years from now, longing for these simple times. Holding this picture and remembering my goofy little boy, so happy with his two teachers.
I am sad.
Not ready for him to grow up, and kindergarden feels so, well, grown up!