“Four generations of women live in Sarah’s house,” Miss Brady said.
She pointed to the sketch of my family tree leaning beside the blackboard, right under the calendar we’d made that read “Fourth Grade Class, October 1964.” I stood on one side of my poster and she on the other side, pointing at each brown branch with a green leaf.
— by Sanderia Faye
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