No Difference Being Different
Along the lines of my Chan man…….
Recently at the bus stop a little boy approached him. He was standing next to Cozette. The boy looked back and forth at the both of them a few times. He then looks at Chandlur and asks, (pointing to Zettie) “Is she your sister?” Chandlur puts his arm around Cozette, puffs out his chest, “yes she is”. The little boy looks back and forth again a few more times. ”She is white”, he says completely confused. Chandlur nonchalantly, “I”m just different.”, gives a slight shoulder shrug and looks over the kid’s shoulder at the other boys. He had already moved on.
