She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
My friend Glennis
This past weekend , I had volunteered for the kids winter art camp. Usually what it is, is that our high school kids get partnered with elementary kids from around our district and they help them do artwork. So , I was given a sweet girl named Glennis. She was very quiet and shy. Into an hour spending time with her, and as well getting to know her. I asked “do you see any friends you wanted to say hi to” and she responded …”no , I don’t have friends… because I’m different.” This girl is 10 years old , and here she feels that being different is the worst thing. And that day I told her I am her friend , even if I see her one day. “I’ll always be your friend ,Glennis.” Always.