“I like,” I say in a small voice. Mrs. Carter sits up eagerly. She leans closer to me and encourages me to elaborate. “Oh yeah? What did you like?” “It… really…” I pause, trying to think of how to put it. The book was like a warm blanket for me. When Cat struggled with English, I felt less alone. When she messed something up with a customer, it made me feel like less of a dope when I got a red squiggly line replying to one of our customers. Most of all, when she worried about her future, I felt more secure in mine. Because she’s a big author now. It fills me with hope that I could be someone
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