Take a look at your best friend. What’s different between her and you? Chances are, it’s not your skin color. In our world, we’re taught not to be friends with people who have a different color skin than we do, but I think differently. My best friend is different.
Two years ago, about a week before my twelfth birthday, I was walking home from school when something unusual happened. Standing near my apartment building was a skinny girl about my age wearing a yellow cotton sundress. She seemed innocent, but she was one of “those kids” my mom had told me not to talk to—a colored girl.
I bet you’re wondering what I done. My mom had told me not to talk to kids like her, but
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