Kingstown.
Little Lion Kindergarten.
Four-year-old Henry Shipton stepped into the kindergarten for the first time.
Looking at the equally unfamiliar surroundings, even though there were many children his age, his eyes were full of panic and resistance, but he still obediently followed Ms. Shipton holding his hand inside.
Ms. Shipton spoke to him gently, trying to calm his nerves, but she still felt the small hand in hers stiff and sweating.
"Charlotte." Ms. Shipton called out to Charlotte Allison, who was sitting in her seat, taking milk out of her backpack.
Four-year-old Charlotte Allison looked up at the sound and towards the door.
It was Henry Shipton's first time seeing Charlotte Allison.
She wore her hair in a bun, dressed in denim overalls, and carried a backpack with a little yellow duck.
She was so beautiful, she looked like a doll.
The classroom was quiet, surrounded by playful children her age, but she seemed to shine brightly.
