On the First Day of School, the Teacher Called My Son by a Different Name, and He Acted Like It Was Completely Normal
Before the sun had even risen, I stood in the kitchen, carefully ironing my son Lucas’s crisp white shirt for his first day of first grade. I wanted everything to be perfect for him — his hair neatly combed, his backpack ready, his clothes spotless. This was a big day, one we’d been talking about…