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L {age 6}: “Does God take
your bones or just your heart?”
R {age 8}: “No, your
bones go into the ground, into the dirt.”
S {age 9}: “Yes, don’t
you know, we were made from dirt.”
L: “Eh, we were made
from dust?”
S: Pointing to her
dark skin “Yes, you see, made from dirt!”
L: “Caralina, were we
made from the dirt?”
Me: “Yes, that’s what
the Bible says.”
L: “What about you,
you were made from dirt?”
Me: “Yes.”
S: “But you’re WHITE!”
Me: “Well, the Bible
says we were all made from the dust.”
R: “And then God
covered you?!?”
I had this conversation right after baby Maria passed
away. I held in my laughter until after
I walked away, and then I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a good little humor break to a rough
day.
