Charity bounced into the kitchen. Two braids swung behind her. Her black Italian school uniform covered mismatched pants and shirt. The hidden kaleidoscope of colors was her way of nose-thumbing against the system’s imposed social equality. It was hard to stand out in a standardized sea of black robed children.
But not our child. Oh no, Charity was the only one that sported a Chiquita banana sticker stuck on her forehead.
“I’m starting a new fad,” she told me. Her blue eyes sparkled…
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