Minding OthersChapter 2
The next day, I felt great! But I had to go to school. That day was the worst of my life. By comparison, the next night made it seem casual. Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it. "A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my side. We walked to school....