Monday, May 25, 2009


Some time ago I went to school in the Washington Elementary School here, and one of my classmates was poor. I remember that he smelled bad. We tried to be kind but only now I realize he had no indoor running water.

When I see him now he pulls a big wastecan that holds his earthly belongings. Sometimes we greet each other. He knows I am that girl in his class that once threw a rock in a puddle and it splashed him. He ran after me and hit me and I cried. He was punished but I wasn't.

I want you to read this and know that we don't know how much damage we do when we simply don't understand.

What I said about memorializing goes.

What I feel when I see Lewis needed to be said.

This is my other MEMORIAL.



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