Guido burst into tears as he crossed the threshold.
His mom gave him a hug. “What is it, dear?”
He couldn’t get the words out. He just shook his head.
Mom led him to the kitchen. She took his backpack and jacket. He fought back sniffles. “There, there. It’ll be all right.”
“No, it won’t,” he finally managed.
“Oh, sweetie.” She looked like she was about the cry herself. Why did she look sad?
She handed him milk. “Can you tell me?”
“Mrs. Smith said we had to write a saga.”
“Yeah. But I don’t know Old Norse!”
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Daily Post prompt.