By jonetta rose barras, The DC Line, December 26, 2019
“I think about the man who works across the street from my house, a lot. I wonder whether he ever feels guilty for only being there to help direct me towards the right aisle whenever I can’t find something in the store on my own. The only conversations we ever have follows a pattern: “hey, did you find everything okay?” // “did you want your receipt in or outside the bag this time?
“We never talk about anything else. More importantly we never talk about the reasons why we never talk about anything else,” wrote 17-year-old Aujinae, a DC Public Schools student.
When I read those opening lines of a personal essay she submitted to a writing contest sponsored by my nonprofit organization, Esther Productions Inc., I wasn’t sure where she was going. Then, she wrote this: “My father is that man who works across the street from where I live.
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