The children never knew his name. They just knew that when they arrived in the morning, their mistakes had been gently erased, their work improved, and small treasures awaited: a pressed four-leaf clover in a phonics book, a handwritten riddle on the chalkboard, a jar of fireflies labeled "Your Future Ideas."
Virgil found a red pen. He corrected the worksheet, drew a smiling face next to the fried-egg sun, and wrote: "You are a scientist. Scientists know that the sun can be anything we imagine." moonlight vpk
She stepped out, not with anger, but with tears streaming down her face. "You're the Moonlight VPK," she whispered. The children never knew his name