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graffiti or tagging on the walls.   My class wants to know what they are going to do next. Are we painting something? I don’t know how to paint.”
    Daisy laughed the sound like music.  “We’ll see.  Glad we have so many artists around here. Projects are good. Gives them a sense of ownership.”
    “I’m so pleased with how everything is flowing here these past weeks,” said Miss Gracie.  “Can you feel it?  There is such a good feeling.  Makes me happy to come to work.”
    Andy grinned, raising a hand into the air.  “I vote for the good feeling too.  And all the new ideas. I have absolutely no new ideas, but I can sure help implement other people’s brainstorms!  And all the kids are doing well.”
    Daisy frowned, listening to his comment.  “I’m glad things are good.  But in my case, it’s not ALL the students.  My student, Alexandra, has yet to say a word.  I’m not giving up on her.”
    Ben nodded, running a hand through his hair.  “I know you’ve wanted to hold back on reading the students’ files until you’ve gotten to know them, and I respect that.  But maybe in this case, you need to know her history.”
    Daisy looked deep in thought, staring at the wall across the room. “We all have history, all have experiences that shape us.  I think it’s so much more important where we go next, than it is where we’ve come from.    But maybe you’re right.  I’ll take the file.”
    Ben slid open his desk drawer silently, and handed her a pale blue file folder.  With a nod, Daisy took it and slid it into her backpack.  She’s read it later, and see if it gave insights to tiny, shy , Alexandra, helped her come up with ideas to bring some joy to her sad little face.  Sometimes the past was so dramatic, it turned a person’s world upside down, changed a person’s perspective and path.  And she ought to know.  Daisy took a deep breath, willing away feelings that threatened to emerge, feelings she kept deep, deep down inside.  In a few long seconds, her world righted again.  Today was fine.  All was well in this day, in this place.  She turned her attention back to the meeting.
    “Well, I hope you’ll all like the next project we’re committed to?” Ben began, pulling out a flyer from the pile on his desk.  “This will be a new event for New Horizons, but one I hope can be a tradition.  This has been an exciting fall, and winter and the holidays are here!  “
    He held up the flyer.  On paper decorated with red and green Christmas bows, he had printed a message, and read it out loud.  “You are cordially invited to the New Horizons School Christmas Pageant, December 18 th at six PM in the evening, at our school hall, Lower Level.”
    “A Christmas Pageant!” exclaimed Miss Gracie, clapping her plump pink hands together. “How wonderful! Yes, we can do it.”
    With your piano p laying, we’ll have all the music we need to make it a great success. And the children will love it.  There’s nothing like the Christmas spirit,” Ben said, rubbing his hands together.
    “No talent at all here,” chuckled Andy. “But I can do scenery and props. O r be a gofer. Count me in.  Where are we distributing the flyer?  Is this thing going to be for the public?”
    Ben nodded, glad for Gracie’s and Andy’s enthusiasm, but astutely aware that the color had drained from Daisy’s face, and that her normally animated features were frozen in place. What had caused this reaction?
    “Yes,” he answered Andy, not taking his eyes from Daisy’s face.  “I thought we’d invite the neighborhood, start to be a positive and contributing part of the community.  The kids are all showing great behavior, we’re thriving, it’s about time we introduced ourselves in the area.  And Christmas spirit is great.”
    Esmerelda spoke up.  “I’ll do some posters, and the programs, and help get the word around.  That is, if we’re all committed to this?”  She too was looking at