Spring arrives and so do the flower planters on our balcony.
Barely two months of school left. A taste of eternity.
My mom stops smoking again.
Sometimes the weather's so nice I walk home from school.
I'm all flushed by the time I get home.
My hair plastered to my scalp.
I tell myself I can eat some caramels, I walked so much.
Jane, the fox and me, P30-33
by Fanny Britt, illustrated by Isabelle Arsenault
ISBN 978-1-55498-360-5
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