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"Honey get ready for school!" I yell from down stairs while throwing an apple in her lunch. I hear the soft knocking as she comes down the stairs. Faith my little 5 year old is going to her first day of school.
"I'm coming dad!" She said excitedly. She's wearing a blue shirt and Jean shorts. Her backpack is a solid pink and her lunch box is pink with white poke a dots. I put a plate on the table.
"Eat your breakfast. I want you to have strength today." I said. I gave her a muffin, eggs and potatoes, and ketchup. When she was done we got in the car.

Faith's point of veiw
I hopped in the car with daddy. Today was the first day of school and I was so excited! I buckle my car seat and look out the window as we drive past houses. When we get there I hug my dad then grab my stuff and jump out of the car.
"Who dressed you today?" I hear a voice. I don't know if that question is a good one or a bad one. I guess it's a bad one.
"My dad." I simply reply.
"No wonder your clothes are messed up." She says as I turn around angrily. "Why didn't your mom do it. You would look at least a little nicer." I stare at my eyes filled with tears at the mention of my mother.
"I don't have a mom." I reply trying not to cry. The girl looks at me shocked.
"I- umm umm." Was all she could say.
I head inside the classroom and look for my cubby. I'm sharing with a girl named Elizabeth. I put my bag in the cubby when a girl with blonde wavy hair comes and puts her bag in as well.
"Hello." I say.
"Hi!" She says with joy in her voice. "I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Eliza."
"I'm faith." I reply.