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Day 18: Friends and surprises

I worked with Jenny for years.  We co-taught together for a bunch of years.  When she left school and moved away,  she said that we wouldn't lose touch. I didn't believe her but she was right.  We meet up each year and catch up.  

Another tradition... her kiddos pick books for my class for one of their Hanukkah presents. She usually asks me which one they would want. I had no idea this year so I made one request, BUY from a Black owned business. I asked that her kids pick the books and read them and then send them us. 

This was in December. Today the books arrived with a sweet note.  

Today was a good day! 

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  1. If we all could have friends like this yours! This slice made my day!

    And what a great selection of books too!

    Hurray for "surprises from friends"! :)

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