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The Talk
At a young age, kids start noticing the differences between themselves and others. When I began noticing them, my parents sat me down to talk – something they almost never did...
The Day the Music Stopped
As I walked through the neighborhood, I heard bachata spilling across the New York City blocks...
Finding Comfort in Being Different
Over time, this event made me wish I was just like them. I was envious of who they were, where they went to school, and the friends they had. I wanted their lives...