Sandbox

“Is Selam going to Park School?”

My interrogator is wearing all blue today, save for her pink shoes.  Sunscreen has served as a glue for the sand that lines the playground.  She looks like she’s encrusted with brown sugar.

“Yes, she is.  I heard you are, too! That will be so fun!”

“My mommy has a baby in her tummy.”

“I heard that! Are you excited.”

She pulls my head down to hers and whispers in my ear, “I hope my new sister is Ethiopian!”

 

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