Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The kids next door blow me away. Roza wants to be a doctor so that he can look after his mother. His little brother wants to be an artist. Roza looks like he'd like to be that carefree. He says the kids tease him at school - "they call me Rosa Parks," he grimaces. "Ah," I try to say, "you know, she was a hero." Do I love him? Yes I do.