My daughter came home from cheer practice in tears and locked her bedroom door without explaining why — the next morning, her principal called and said, “You need to see what we found in her locker.”
My 16-year-old daughter, Jenna, had always been one of those kids who seemed to carry her own sunlight.
She laughed loudly, remembered everyone’s birthdays, and could walk into the grocery store for milk and somehow leave knowing the cashier’s dog’s name.
Cheerleading was the center of her school life.