Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
“Stop fidgeting and smile.” I scolded Jessy for the third time this morning. My hand reached out to straighten the bow tied tightly at her waist. Then I stepped back again and held up the camera. “Say ‘Back to School!”
“But Valerie,” Jessy pouted and shifted in her ballet flats. Her little white knee-high socks with lace frills at the top started to slouch down her calves. ‘I’m not a girl. I don’t wanna wear this on my first day. Everyone will make fun of me.”