Dear Mrs. Vandenberg, 

Here we are, still getting used to each other, our sideways glances turning into high-fives and hanging out together during quiet time. We smile when we learn we both like books, but not sports. We nod our heads over cool shoes and colorful laces. ​

Now we see each other as individuals—vegans, horseback riders, readers. 

We share hurts like being left out at recess and getting into trouble with our parents. Sometimes we say the wrong thing, sometimes we misunderstand. ​

Now we listen, we ask questions. We are so much more than black and white!

P.S. Hey, Mrs. Vandenberg, what’s our next writing project going to be?

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