The Color of Water

by James McBride

‘Tell us about different kinds of beans.’ “The first little boy says, ‘There’s pinto beans.’ “‘Correct,’ says the teacher. “Another boy raises his hand. ‘There’s lima beans.’ “‘Very good,’ says the teacher. “Then a little girl in the back raises her hand and says, ‘We’re all human beans!”’

That’s why you have to say all your “sorrys” and “I love yous” while a person is living, because tomorrow isn’t promised.

But at the end of the day, there are some questions that have no answers, and then one answer that has no question: love rules the game. Every time. All the time. That’s what counts.