The Backpack Drop Zone: One Sixth-Grade Truth That Exposed Our Quiet Crisis

a performance.

“It’s weird,” he said. “They’re fighting about us.”

“Yes,” I said. “They are.”

He looked up at me. “Is it going to stop?”

I didn’t lie.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

He nodded slowly, like honesty was its own kind of comfort.

Then he said, “I think… I think it should make them uncomfortable.”

I blinked. “Why?”

He stared at the chaos in the room—the continue reading …