Short Story written by: Viviana Martinez (Colombia)

Hi mum, I am going to tell you something that happened to me today at nursery school. Imagine for a minute that I was the new girl at school and everybody saw me differently but that I was in the middle of everything; Do you know what, mummy?, I met a skinny girl, with long, black hair like Rapunzel´s, but also curly. She has chocolate coloured skin and a heart full of love and happiness, and she hugged me with her soft arms.

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Today, we played on the swings. I pushed her first and then she did the same for me. We ran around the fields and ate a huge raisin ice-cream, the one I really like. Then, we ate a soup like the soup you usually cook for me with delicious blackberry juice.

The teacher laid us on a feather mattress and we closed our eyes little by little, while nice music was playing and so we slept like angels for an hour.

Then we opened our eyes slowly, thanks to our teacher, who carefully whispered us: “It´s time to wake up, it´s time to wake up”.

We stretched out and went to have a snack. It was a glass with milk that had something at the bottom, which I later discovered were corn grains. I tasted it, but I didn’t like it. But, as you had told me this morning that I had to eat everything, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and drank it.

We went back to the hall and our teacher combed our hair and organized the end of the school day. While she was making my braid, I asked her why Juliet’s skin was coloured like chocolate, and mine was white like snow and I wondered if I had to eat lots of sweets and chocolate biscuits to be like my little friend.

The teacher told me that there are lots of kids that are snow coloured and chocolate coloured in the world, but that we are very similar in our ideas and thoughts and that we have the same rights and obligations independent of our skin color.

We have to accept and love people like Juliet with her chocolate skin and me with my snow skin, and my pair of eyes, my glasses, my mummy, everything – hahaha.

That was today´s adventure and I can´t wait for tomorrow to see my friend. Now I am going to bed, mummy, because tomorrow I will play, sing and dance with my friends and my teacher at nursery school.


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