Red Ranger

In my aftercare classroom, there were the girls who played with dolls, the card players, the boys who loved legos, and the misfits who played violent games of hide-and-seek. Fernando was in the lego group, but today he didn’t fight over the lego-man accessories. Because today, he had a story to tell, about how his mom and her sister had gotten in a fist fight. He seemed surprised that I cared, that I would listen. The next day, he showed his appreciation by giving me a drawing. The back read “You are Red Ranger.” I took it as a compliment.