Olivia Lee Stogner

I Will Stand on the Moon and Watch You Circle the Globe

Ms. Eleanor lived down the hall. The first time I saw her it was Halloween. I’d just had two cavities filled, and I was not in the mood for candy collecting, but Mr. and Mrs. Smith asked me to take David and Lily. They were okay kids. They never hassled me about being black in a white family. They had parents. I had someone to remind me about homework, to care about when I went to bed, and to take me to the dentist. I was a foster kid. I knew I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t a Smith, but that was okay.