“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!”