When I got to school the next day, I was overjoyed to find Amy waiting in our usual spot. She waved and gave me a sheepish grin as I hurried to her side.
“I’m really sorry about yesterday, Daisy,” Amy said. “It wasn’t right for me to get mad at you.”
Amy bit her lip. “I guess I was just kind of hurt and feeling left out of your life more than I was mad.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m sorry too, and guess what ….”
“No, listen.” Amy took my hand. “I want you to know I’m happy about how things have turned out. You deserve much better than the life you had with your adoptive parents.”
I threw my arms around her and gave her a big hug. I should have known she wouldn’t stay mad at me.
Plus, I totally understood that she was more hurt than angry. If Amy’s dad was having a big party for Amy’s e
