Growing up in that hot, bilingual kindergarten taught me about belonging. Sometimes it meant belonging to a language, sometimes to a game, sometimes to the invisible rules of a group of five-year-olds. It taught me that the world was built of small negotiations and that comfort could be found in predictable routines: lining up for handwashing, sharing a towel, translating a new word for a friend. We learned that adults could be both gentle and fallible, that rules could be bent for kindness, and that laughter could dissolve the sharp edges of the day.