Vance, I wasn’t crying because I was happy.

I mean — some of it.

I was crying because I’d just found out, in front of my mom, in a doorway, that everyone at school had been looking at my chair.”

And then she said the thing I have written on a card.

“I knew it squeaked.

I knew about the casters.

I live in it.

I had a system — I left maths four minutes early so the strip wouldn’t matter, I did the long way round by the library, I didn’t go to lunch on Tuesdays because Tuesdays were tacos and the line was too long to get through.