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| Illustrated by Jacqueline Davis Moranti |
I knew I was different. In grade school, all the kids would ask me and my brother what we "were" and because of my naive innocence I thought it was cool to be like everyone else. I'd answer with supreme confidence and say, "I'm a girl just like you, with a cool complexion and frizzy hair." That wasn't enough for them, they wanted more, they wanted to dig deeper and figure out what exactly made me, me.




