Sarah Taher

When I am 4, I don’t imagine this. She’s another girl with curls in class and I think she is my friend. We are 5 and she’s there everyday. We are 6 and another girl has transferred to our class from yellow class. The three of us become close friends. We are 7 and both dressed as monsters in the character parade. We are 8 and she’s eager to tell me about Britney Spears. There’s a teacher who looks like her and we compare pictures of our pop star with her. We are 9 and she becomes friends with a girl I’m not really close to. She can have friends that I don’t. I don’t understand the concept. We are 10 and someone tells me she cried when I fainted on the playground and needed stitches. She gets a white Persian cat and we’re both thrilled. The cat scratches her…

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