I'm seventeen so naturally i hate kids. But the other day at the library i saw these kids squatting and playing spies and they wanted to show me someone outside. One little black boy grabbed my hand and it was so soft and he looked up at me and he was so trusting and i loved kids again. I work in the children's room but i have been immune to the beautiful blond hair and blue eyed kids that come in but this little boy really pulled my heart strings.
There were three of them, one black, one Hispanic and one white and i marveled at three things.
1. How beautiful and innocent kids are and how they prove God exist because who else could produce something so extraordinary?
2. How racism may still be alive but there are still people who prove that racism is no longer inside them like the three different races represented in the three best friends.
3. How awesome it is that i get to work at the library and see so many kids grow up and educate themselves and play and do all the things that kids do that make people want to smile.
So, while i may not like kids it does not mean i don't appreciate them (and want to squeeze their plump cheeks!).
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