Youth Communication
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December 14, 2023
The Oatmeal Cookie Peace Offering
I was perched on a wooden stool next to the kitchen island, gobbling a stack of waffles, eager to not miss the train for school. As soon as I was done, I placed the syrup-covered plate in the empty sink, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and headed for the door.
I threw my head back, internally groaning at the high-pitched sound of Ma’s voice. She was fully dressed to go out, in a black hijab covered with rainbow peace signs and a glittery blue abaya, despite not having plans that morning.
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