Likeness

I was too young to care about the death
of someone who I’d never met before.
The first Victoria I could call my friend
was someone in my class in the fifth grade.
She was a year above (grades five/six split),
a nerdy Christian girl with lots of freckles.
Her parents were both well-liked educators.
Her mother taught core French at my old high school
(the one I’d chose to go to in the end);
her father was a high school principal.