Kindness

In fifth grade, a girl across the street used to hang out in her front yard. We’ll call her Lalla. Her well-worn jacket and pants hung on her thin frame every season of the year.  Lalla, chewing on a strand of hair watched us, the neighborhood kids, play group games. Kids called her Lalla Louse. “Don’t get close,” they’d yell, “the lice will get you!”