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Mom looks at me and says, “Ryan, we’ll all still be together. This is just a house. We are the
ones who make it home. Home is wherever we go.”
My ice cream is a pool of milk now and that’s fine with me because I really don’t want it. Why would Mom and Dad ruin my favorite dessert? Don’t they know that ice cream is supposed to be enjoyed on a hot summer day with the smell of sea salt water in the air, when...
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Here’s the thing about ice cream. No matter how sweet it is, no matter if it’s given to you even when you aren’t supposed to have it, no matter if you’re told you can come ba...
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“How you wear your hair is your choice and no matter what you choose, it’s not going to determine if you’re beautiful or not. The only thing that will determine that is how you treat others. If you are mean to people, if you act ugly toward them, that’s what takes your beauty away.”
What Easter Means to Me It is the coming together to give thanks, to sing praises.
Not for material things but for the Love that heals us, that saves us. It is the coming together to embrace new beginnings, to ask for and offer forgiveness, to count our blessings, to remember grace, to hold on to kindness. Easter means a brand-new day to try again, to lend a hand, Easter reminds us to put others first, to be the best that we can be. This is what Easter means to me.
“Well, you’re not in the water and that means you’re not Amanda’s best friend anymore. What kind of person shows up to her best friend’s birthday party and refuses to play with everyone else?”
“Yeah. I can tell,” I say. “She thinks she’s all that.” The words feel strange coming out of me. Like when I taste something that I don’t like, but I eat it anyway.
And then I see her. Hannah. The girl with the voice of angels. She is in line standing next to an older woman, maybe her grandmother. Seeing her here makes me think about what KiKi said—that Hannah thinks she’s all that. Seeing her here makes me think that maybe there’s a lot about Hannah that we don’t know.
It is raining. Well, it’s not raining—it’s storming, actually. And none of us want to sit under a crying sky.
