Banana Stickers and Big Questions

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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