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“Mr. Danforth made it!”

Mr. Danforth is a fifth-grade teacher. All the kids think he’s cool. He was like an engineer or an astronaut or something. I don’t know. That’s what I heard. I think he helped build a real rocket.

“Want to go see it?” Leo asks.

I look at my parents.

“Go ahead,” Momma says. “We’ll catch up.”

I look back at my parents when we reach the other side of the gym. They’re laughing with a group of people. Noah is spinning around, and Hannah is clinging to Mom. It feels likehome.

“Your moms are nice,” Leo says.

I turn to him and smile. “They’re okay,” I say. I look back, and Momma smiles at me. I won’t tell anyone this, but they’re alot better than okay. They’re the best, and no matter how many people love them, they’remine.

The End