On the way home, April said...
We don't go to school on Monday
Because it's some one's birthday
Mommy: Whose birthday?
April: I don't know
April continue...
He's black
He wants to play with his friends
And the friends is different color
He can't play with his friends longer
He's very sad
When he grow up, he's like his father
He made the different color upside down
Before he see that he died
Now different color friends can play together really long
Mommy: Does he have a dream?
April: Yeah.
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