School starts over again tomorrow. Even though I’ve done this for so many years, I still feel as nervous as if this was my first day of kindergarten. Only this time, there won’t be anyone holding my hand to the door, telling me to go “meet my new playmates”. There will be no crying to go back to “maman”. I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.
About this African Girl
In West Philadelphia, born and raised...ah, wrong story. Mine starts in Lome...in Togo...in West Africa...look it up. Then, 13 years later, flipped, turned upside down and I'm in the U.S, learning to live between worlds. For more of this story, check out my "About" Page.
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