Chapter 19
I became a teacher.
Art first.
Then student advocacy work too.
People were surprised.
I was not.
I knew exactly what silence could do in a cafeteria.
I knew how small a child could become under a table full of witnesses.
I also knew how much one voice could change.
In my classroom, lunch was never a joke.
Food was never shame.
If a student brought rice, soup, leftovers, anything wrapped in foil, nobody made comments.
Not once.
I watched for it.
Carefully.
Not suspiciously.
May you like
Responsibly.
There is a difference.
