The Third Chair at the Lunch Table
Mia and Zoe had sat together at lunch since first grade. They always saved two seats and shared one bag of pretzels.
One Monday, Zoe brought a new girl named Hana to the table. Hana had a bright green lunch box. She told funny jokes about her little dog. Zoe laughed and laughed. Mia sat very still and chewed her sandwich. She felt like a spare shoe.
On Tuesday, Mia ate at the far end of the table by herself. Zoe noticed. After lunch, she walked over. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked.
Mia's face felt hot. "You laughed more with her than with me," she said.
"I am sorry," said Zoe. "I wanted Hana to feel welcome, and I forgot about you."
"Next time, tell me the plan first," said Mia.
On Wednesday, Zoe pointed at the table. "Today we have three chairs," she said. "I saved one for each of us."
Mia smiled and slid the pretzels to the middle. Hana held up her green lunch box. "I have one dog joke for each of you," she said. A laugh bubbled up in Mia before she could stop it.