Iris
“Are you ready, buddy?” Arthur kneels in front of Miles, adjusting the collar of his navy blue uniform. The formal little outfit makes our son look older somehow, more grown-up than his five years. My chest aches at the sight.
Miles shifts from foot to foot. “What if the other kids don’t like me?”
“That’s impossible,” I say with a smile. “You’re the most likable kid in the world.”
Miles considers this for a moment before muttering, “Yeah… but what if I get lost? The school is really big.”
“Your classroom is just down the hall from the main entrance,” I remind him gently. “And your teacher will make sure you get where you need to go.”
Miles wrinkles his nose and looks up at the enormous Wellington Academy building behind us, clearly unconvinced. I have to admit,
