They stare at me like I am crazy,
like I am making things up,
like I am trying to be mean.
There is beauty in their disbelief. Innocence, that they made it this far in life without experiencing what I'm talking about. They don't get it because they don't have to. They already see every body as the same- what's wrong with us grown ups?
|Natalie's hurtful words- adapted in simple boardmaker language-|
suddenly makes it seem so much worse.
It's important to teach about our past, important to understand where we came from and everything it took to get us away from there. And eventually they will learn that we haven't finished our journey yet- that we still have a ways to go.
But we are getting closer.
|Charting Grace's feelings. I love the sad face- it's just the right amount of mad.|