Miya POV
“Why can’t I go to school like the other kids?” I asked, pouting.
Mom looked down at me with a worried expression. “We’ve been over this, Miya,” she said with an exasperated sigh. It was the same argument every time we passed a school playground. We had gone grocery shopping, and there was a school on the walk home. I had stopped dead in my tracks to ask the question, and now mom looked down at me. Her arms were too full of bags to grab my hand. “Schools are dirty places full of germs and humans. It’s not a fun place to be.”
“But I don’t have any friends,” I argued. “I’m tired of just playing with you and dad!” I stomped my feet, causing my light up sneakers to flash pink and white.
“Miya, honey,” mom said, “Let’s go home and talk about this, okay? We can’t be overheard.”
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