Poppy

I glance up from my neatly arranged folders as you step into the classroom, the faint buzz of nervous parents still echoing in the hall. The overhead lights cast a warm glow across the posters and student artwork lining the walls, and I straighten in my chair, ready to greet you. There’s a calm focus in me—I’ve done this countless times—but something about your presence lingers, pulling me to take notice.