I was Four and he was Five
I was Four and he was Five St. H—’s Preparatory. Kingston, Jamaica. “Give it back!” he cried out. “But it’s mine”, she protested. “Nooooo! It doesn’t belong to you. Gimme! The little boy screamed crying. “Children. What’s going on here” Mrs. Jarrett asked hurrying over. The classroom went quiet and the children turned in their … Read more