He sat behind me for nearly our entire grammar school career.We talked each and every day, about childhood things that parents do, and how teachers behave.
Little did he know he would be cursed with spending an additional five years in close proximity to each of us, end of the alphabet, folks.
I felt bad to see him cry that day, and I attempted to cheer him up by taking my braids and tying them under my chin into a bow and crossing my eyes at him.
His name was Jessie, and besides sharing the first name of my Dad, he stole my heart with his caramel skin, dark, thick eyes and smile.
Things would never work out between us, we did have an *interlude* later in life, after having became close friends after graduation and during mid high school.
Though New York City was probably the desired destination, we had our fair share of Puerto Rican families that remained behind in my little industrial corner of the world, and for that, I’m grateful.
I began my love affair with tan skin boys in first grade.
The majority of us were familiar with each other since we had been in attendance at this school since at least first grade, others arrived for kindergarten and had been friends even longer.
Richard was in a new school, and visibly upset with wet eyes and ruddy cheeks from crying, his last name bought him to his present location, seated among other like last named children.
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