at the age of four, my father would take me to my kindergarten classroom.
upon entering the classroom, the door would shut behind me leaving him outside. i cried– afraid of the fact that i am alone and too weak to face the world all by myself – i screamed, and pleaded to everyone to let him stay with me. i slapped the door wishing i could knock it down with my little hands– wishing that i could make my way out and see him. 