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In Our WordsA Collection of Student Writing from Project Second Chance,Contra Costa County Library’s Adult Literacy ProgramVOLUME SIX
The scars left by the naysayers ofmy youth who said I would neverread have turned into stars and I amno longer a victim. I am victorious!The crows can only fly so high, but Iam now flying high with eagles.— Martha S., PSC graduate
About This BookThink about everything a bird experiences on its flight—the wide landscape of fields, neighborhoods, andskyscrapers; the heat of the sun and the chill of the rain;the sounds of clouds bumping and of fellow wingedfriends calling out.And now think what it would be like for that bird to begrounded. Its vision narrows, mind shuts, senses dull.The journey of Project Second Chance students is just ascolorful as that bird’s. They just need the tools to soar.In Our Words, a book of writings from Project Second Chance students, is a celebrationof the gifts our tutors give to our student writers, and our students growing their wings.The Project Second Chance staff, along with our wider library community, donors andvolunteers, are grateful for our writers’ creativity, bravery, and persistence, and our tutors’time, talent, and passion for giving.Thank you, tutors and students. Sharing your experiences gives us all a wider, richer viewof the world.A special thanks to the tutors who supported the student authors in this book:Susan BergHelen BeyerCandace BradleyCathy BrownLisa ClineJane CoppsSandra CornishVicky DeYoungCynthia DingKeely EverettBev FarrellAthena GalanisNancy GlenfieldCarleen GoeckelJanice GracerMarc HansonJulie HaseldenWendy HelmsMarilyn LloydNorma Martinez-Rubin3Mary NordheimKaren PolkJohn SindzinskiPenny SnyderFran StichaSandy StrightSusie ThompsonMary ThrelkelKathy UrbanSteve Zanki
Table of ContentsIn Our Words – Volume SixAlicia F.Ju C.Calming Mind.13How to Be Happy .13Lunar New Year in Korea.27Bernard B.Kindness.6Judy H.Chiwon S.A Popular Korean Dish.32How I Started Hula Dancing.24My Long Hair.21The Piano and Me.20Corina L.Julia H.Planning a Mexican Weddingin an English-Speaking World.12A Letter for My Daughter.11Julie L.Ehte A.To Governor Gavin Newsom.25Thanks, God.14Leslie K.Eliu O.Thank You.16Jeju Island.20Superstitions.27Flavio D.Lisa G.I am a Clown:Happy, Honest, Generous.16Classic Chocolate Mousse.25The Crown.19Hasina A.Lisa J.Unforgettable Days of December.32Lisa’s Life.18Ike E.Lucia L.Easter.7Skip and Jimmy.7The Oly.17Our Tahoe Ski Adventure.34Trip to New York City.31Manny N.Jane T.About Our Library.23International Women’s Day.264
Mirae P.Tseten D.My Proud Moment.10The Most MemorableMoment in My Life.11My Childhood in Tibet.8Veronica G.To Know My Ancestry.17Nargiza A.Veronica M.Taking a Bus.18The Day of the Dead.28Parvin M.Vicky D.Jury Duty.22My Retirement.23Ricky R.My Trip to Reno.23Wenman L.Rosa A.Funny Immigration Life.9The Best Meal I Had.30My Vacation.6The Family Vacation.19Ying Q.Landlord.29Roy D.Lorenzo’s First Fishing Trip.15Tenzin P.Charlotte’s Web.19My Journey to the U.S.145
KindnessMy Vacationby Bernard B.by Rosa A.We all need to learn to be kinder to eachother. Kindness is help when someoneneeds it. For example, smiling at someoneyou don’t know. It’s seeing the need andfilling it, it is unsolicited help.My vacation was to travel to Hawaii inApril. I went to Hawaii from California.I was scared because I never beentraveling for more than two hours byplane. But at the same time, I was excitedbecause I was going to the island ofHonolulu.The kindness of others has propelledme through my life to be a betterhuman being. When I was new atbeing a longshoreman year ago, mybosses mentored me with patienceand tolerance—repeatedly. When I wasstruggling with addiction, people inAA and NA just took my hand and helpwithout looking for pay back.When I arrived at the airport, I wassurprised by the weather. It’s totallydifferent from California and the timedifference was three hours. When I wentto the beach, I couldn’t believe how prettythe water looked. I took a tour around theisland; it was big. I went to the temple ofthe Buddha and I went snorkeling. Also Iwent to Pearl Harbor. After Pearl Harbor,hiking a little mountain.We must always remember there’s alwayssomeone that can use a helping hand andwe can’t be afraid to offer.Anyone can stick out a helping hand tothem, no matter their religion, economicstatus, color of their skin. It is compassionand kindness. It will make this world abetter place. Thank you to all those in mylife who helped me become a better man.My job is to do the same. And to all ofpeople in Second Chance, but I hope I’mdoing that.I liked everything except the food; forme is too salty. I wish I had more timebecause I was only four days. I went toPolynesian Park. I liked all performances. Ihope to come back again because Hawaii,it’s beautiful island.6
EasterSkip and Jimmyby Ike E.by Ike E.On one Easter in the 60’sMy wife talked my friend, Terry,And me into going to churchShe had to talk hard and longBut she wonWe told her the roof will collapseIf we went in the churchWe were lateSo we had to go in the basementBecause the church was full onthe main floorSometime during the serviceThe congregation above usstood up all togetherWith a loud THUMP!!!Terry and I said“See we told you so!!!”Jimmy’s dad and mom wantedto go fishingSo they all got in the carwith Skip, their dogAnd headed for theSan Joaquin RiverJimmy was seven years oldThey got into a boatAbout three hours laterMom was in the stern with herline in the waterShe was sound asleepDad was in the bow with hisline in the waterHe was asleep tooIn the middle of the boat wasJimmy and SkipJimmy saw three kids playingon the river bankAnd he wanted to play with themSkip was getting jumpy and startedto jump aroundAll of a sudden Skip jumped out ofthe boat and went for a swimJimmy got him back in the boatand Skip shookAnd sprayed Mom and Dad withcold waterAnd woke them upDad looked at me and Skip and saidI guess it’s about time we go backAnd Skip and I got to play with thekids on the bank!7
My Childhood in Tibetby Tseten D.Hi, my name is Tseten. I grew up in Dege,a very small village in eastern Tibet. It is abeautiful place with many clear lakes, highmountains, green meadows, and pastures.Nowhere in the world, I think, can youfind as quiet and peaceful a place as myvillage. My family was half nomad and halffarmer. We owned 155 yaks, 55 cows, and200 goats and sheep. We also had twohorses and four cats. We lived in natureand we rode in nature.not suffocate—them. If my mammy sawwhat I was doing, she punished me—byputting me with the sheep and goats inthe basement for hours! I just kept playingwith them. My mammy screamed at me,“Oh god, what should I do with the girl!”But my uncle always let me out wheneverI wanted. In fact, he let me do whateverI wanted. He is like my godfather, and hestill loves me from the bottom of his heart.It was such a different childhoodcompared to childhoods here in America.There was no toy shop where I could buytoys like we have here. I never heard ofLegos, play dough, colored pencils, orstickers. But I am sure the things I playedwith are rarely seen or used by children inthis country, either.There were no cars, traffic, highways,skyscrapers, shops, or gas stationsanywhere. It was an Eden where I couldhear the chirping of birds, buzzing ofinsects, the moos of yaks, bleats of lambs,neighs of horses, murmurs of waterfalls,and the melodies of leaves in thewhispering breezes.I used raw yak dung like kids here useplay dough, to mold many differentthings and then let them dry in the sun.I used flowers instead of Legos. I pickedhundreds of different natural flowers andmade beautiful necklaces, bracelets andhats—pieces of natural artwork. I’d mixup the petals and try to figure out whichbelonged to which stems—not easy! Iplayed with nature.I was such a naughty and curious little girlthat everyone in my village branded mea tomboy. I was not afraid of anything.I started riding horses, yaks, goats, andsheep at the age of seven. I rode milesthrough valleys, over mountains, and nearthe rivers to herd my yaks, sheep, andgoats to good grass.Sometimes out of curiosity I tied the tailsof cows together, and I put plastic bags onthe heads of sheep—just to scare,8
Funny Immigration Lifeby Wenman L.gentle eye contact with me just raisingher eyeball. From that reaction at themoment, I knew I pronounced “six” to“sex.” It’s the vowel sound that all Chinesehave the most difficult time to speak right.It takes time to adapt to a new cultureand life style at the very beginning in newcountry. It is worth noting that in the firstfew years of immigration, life was moreexcited, challenge and fun. My friends andI shared our experience living in Americaand laughed.A friend of mine, she doesn’t feel awkwardat all. She had a dinner with her husbandand she ordered salads. She asked awaiter passing her table, “Can you warmmy salads in microwave?”I never had cheese in China. I was happyto have all kinds of cheese in America. Onetime, I was satisfied with a piece of cheesewith friends. My friend asked me, “Howwas the cheese?”The waiter said, “You ordered salads—it’ssalads.”“Delicious.” I replied.She said, “I know, please take it and warmit for 30 seconds.” The waiter looked at herin strange way.My friend continued and pointed thecheese, “How did that part taste?”I called her on one Saturday eveningwhile she was watching a movie. I wassurprised how she enjoyed the movie thatshe hardly speaks any English. When shecalled me back, my first question was,“What was the movie?”I asked back, “What do you mean?”“The outside.”I confused, “What’s outside?””The wax wrapped around the cheeseyou ate.” I took the cheese and looked itcloser, and I saw a thin layer of wax. I wasembarrassed. After that, I cut the outsidelayer of cheese, or I don’t eat the outsidepart.She said, “I don’t know.”I asked her again, “What did you do duringthe movie?”She answered me in a delight tone, “Myhusband watched the movie and I slept.”I was checking out with six flowers in aSafeway. The cashier asked me, “Howmany?”Few years passed, we gradually assimilateto a new society, and enjoy life in America,and make less fun of ourselves.I answered, “Sex.” The cashier slowed herwork pace slightly and made a short9
My Proud Momentby Mirae P.After we sang carols, we checked themoney box and counted the money. It wasabout a hundred dollars! The next day, webought some fruits for the residents andwent to the nursing home we wanted tohelp. We donated all of the money we hadfrom our caroling.It was Christmas season and I was in 5thgrade. I had three friends that used toplay a role game. One day we becamedetectives, and another day we becamealiens and astronauts. We enjoyed playingmake believe. But we were pretty seriousabout our play. And I think we were allcreative.The nun in the nursing home suggestedthat the residents would be happy if wesaid hello to each of them. We got carriedaway. We sang carols and danced forthem. One of the elder ladies burst intotears suddenly. She might have been solonely and missed people. She said to us,“Thank you so much for coming to seeus.” I had a lump in my throat. I heard thatsome of the residents didn’t have familyand some people were abandoned bytheir family.One day, one of us came up with anidea that we should do a good deed. Westarted talking about what kind of thingswe could do together. We decided todonate some money to a nursing homewhere they needed our help. We were allexcited about our plan. We had severalmeetings after school. We had to decidemany things, like where we wanted todonate and how we could make money.Eventually, we decided to do caroling.After I got back home that night, I wasso proud of myself and felt so good that Icould make the people smile.On Saturday, we stood in front of thesubway station and sang Christmas carolsfor about eight hours. We were nervousabout singing in front of strangers andwhether or not the people would donate.Then people started to put money into thedonation box. So we were all excited andwe were walking on air.We were just kids singing carols on thestreet, and the people supported us anddonated the money! That meant a lot to us.10
The Most MemorableMoment in My Lifeby Mirae P.A life is challenging. Sometimes it make usfrustrated. When I have fears or I feel like Iam not on the right track in my life, I lookback on an event in my childhood. Thatone day, my heart was full and I regardedmyself as a good person.Thinking back on this story, it reminds meI should build up our family’s memorablemoments.A Letter for My DaughterBy Julia H.I think those moments in my childhoodhave built my spiritual strength and filledmy heart. And I am so proud of the fact,we children did this all by ourselves—hadan idea, made a plan, carried it out, andwere able to help out to residents of thenursing home.Dear Melody,This year is my happiest year. You are thefirst child who will graduate from a fouryear college in our family. I know youare very smart, talented, and kind. Youare the sweetest, most thoughtful andunderstanding girl. I am lucky have youas my daughter. We are so proud of you. Iwasn’t a perfect mom. Dad has a differentway to teach and love you. We might havea Chinese traditional way to teach andlove you, but we both love you very much.I know you had your own target. Youalready know what makes you happy andyou pursue it. Chase your dream. Neverstop trying. Never stop learning. Followthe path of your choice in the future andremember that we’ll continue to trust youand support you. I am very excited to goto your graduation. I am so happy for you.I love you forever.Now I am 40 years old. I told my 10-yearold son this story about my childhood andhe looked at me with respect. Sometimesparents want to teach a lesson to theirchildren or have them learn it in school.But it could be more significant to childrenwhen they hear their parent’s real story.And at the same time, sharing my storywith my child gives me a chance to lookat myself and also helps me to get myconfidence back.I would like my son to experiencesomething memorable in his childhoodas well. So he could be reminded of itwhen he grows up. I am sure he would getpositive energy from his memorablemoments and move forward in healthy way.Love you,Mom11
Planning a Mexican Weddingin an English-Speaking Worldby Corina L.Fortunately, I received help from Jim, apark ranger there. He helped me make thereservation online and I paid for parkingpermits for my guests. I am thankful forhis help. The next step was to reserve theCommunity Room at the Lafayette Library.This reservation was easier because it wasa paper application. I did both reservationson the same week. It was exciting becauseI was able to make everything speakingEnglish.For two years, I and my fiancé talkedabout our wedding day. Every personhas a dream about how they want theirwedding day. However, although bothare happy, it is difficult to make decisionstogether having different ideas. And wewere not the exception. For example,where did we want to have it, what kindof food and music, and how many guests?All those details took time for us. Probablythe reason why it was difficult wasbecause we were needing a place to havethe ceremony and a reception hall for theparty afterward. Applications for rentalplaces are always in English, so it was noteasy for me, who is still learning English,to understand about prices, rent time andrules of the place.I am grateful to God for all this experience.It was amazing to make reservations atplaces where people speak only Englishand read information such as rentalcontracts in English, too. I think learningEnglish is a process, like how people learnto walk—step-by-step. Programs such asProject Second Chance offer supportsduring this process. From last year, Ihave a tutor from PSC and am feelingmore self-confident to speak Englishwith others. Because I am feeling moreconfident speaking English, I completedeverything I needed to make my big daycame true.Finally, we chose December 15th to be ourwedding day. Because I love to run aroundthe Lafayette Reservoir, I wanted to do ourceremony in this amazing place. My fiancéagreed. So, I started with the reservationfor the stage at Lafayette Reservoir. It wasnot easy. The day I went there to make thereservation, a lady told me that I need todo this online. When I tried to do this athome, it was confusing for me to choosethe stage place and how pay for parkingpermits. So, I went back at the LafayetteReservoir office.12
How to Be Happyby Ju C.I finished Endeavor: Book 5 last week. Ihave learned about many things in thisbook. I have never thought about thesetopics in my life. So I am glad to learnabout life stories. I am interested in thetopic “how to be happy.”world. The world never changes for you. Ifyou have a different perspective, perhapsmore positive thoughts will make your lifebetter. So your mind is very important. Ibelieve that you can find your happiness.You can catch the bluebird of happiness.I came to the USA five years ago. I wasnot happy living in America because Isuddenly changed my life. I still wantedto keep my old way of life. I hated drivingevery day. I did not like learning a lot ofAmerican customs. I missed my familyand friends. I have a husband here, and wehave decided to live in America. AlthoughI tried to stop my negative feelings, I didnot know how to feel better. I complainedabout everything. No one cared about mycomplaints for a long time. When I startedrepeating them, many people did notwant to be around me.Calming Mindby Alicia F.The only thing I needIs to breathe the fresh airOf the green fields.Let my eyes enjoy nature’sYellows and blues. Let the airCalm my busy mind.Let nature give peace to my soulwith the singing of birds.Especially at morning, the singingof many different birds.One day I realized my behavior, but I didnot know how to stop it. Nevertheless,my husband listened to my complaintsfor three hours every day and hugged me.He was a patient person for me. I stoppedthis behavior, and I walked outside withhim. I saw pretty flowers in warm weatherin California. I had been missing the goodweather because I was inside every day.Eventually I decided to change my life.And now I often go out myself, and I meetpeople in many classes. Also, I startedlearning a lot of arts.The birds give thanks for a new day.I couldn’t ask for anything more,Since God painted the mostBeautiful picture with nature.I have only to stop and enjoyRed, pink, purple and many otherColors of the flowers.I thank God for beautiful nature.I now know “how to be happy.” If youwant, you have to change your view of the13
Thanks, GodMy Journey to the U.S.by Ehte A.by Tenzin P.Every day I say thanks, God, foreverything. Because I can see, I can hear,I can feel, I can smell and I can taste. Inaddition to the five senses, I can walk, Ican talk, I can think.On May 28th, 2000 at 10:00 a.m. wearrived to New York JFK Airport. Someonepicked up my friend and I went with her.Then a few hours later my friend pickedme up and I stayed at her home one ortwo days. Then a few friends came to seeme and took me everywhere! We wentto the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, andthe Twin Towers. Another friend lived inCalifornia and she called me to come here.Then I moved to California in January, andin March or April I got an Indian familynanny job. In the morning, I went to workand in the evening I went to BerkeleyAdult School to study English.Thanks, God, for air because I can breathevery well. I am thankful for the alarmthat goes off in the early morning hoursbecause it means that I am alive.I am thankful for being sick once in awhile, because it reminds me that Iam healthy most of the time. It is veryimportant for me that there is a facilitythat takes care of my mom very wellbecause she can’t stay alone. So I thankGod for that.I started to apply for asylum. Someoneintroduced me to a helper. Her name isYangchen and she had an old motherand older brother whose name wasJumpa. His family and friends called himJT. The whole family asked me where Icame from, then I told them everythingabout my story! He told me, “If you had aproblem, tell me and I will help you. Youare my daughter.”I am also thankful that I live in the U.S.because it offers many things and hashelped me and my family, including theLibrary and Project Second Chance.And finally, thank you God that I have agood family and that you gave me a goodheart to be nice to people and to helpthem.A few years after, he passed away. Thenone year later, his mom passed away, too!I am thankful for any things.14
Lorenzo’s First Fishing Tripby Roy D.I took my grandson, Lorenzo, on his firstfishing trip. Before the trip, I went to BigFive for a fishing license and Dramamine.I didn’t want to get sick in front of mygrandson! My grandson was twelve, so hedidn’t need a fishing license.The fisherman didn’t want to cut his line,so he battled the squid onto the boatwhere the squid made a big inky mess!Lorenzo caught his limit of 23 fish! Thefish were ling cod, halibut, rock cod, andsalmon. Lorenzo was really strong for a12-year old, so the work of catching thefish was easy for him. Some of his catcheswere “piggyback.” That means when hecaught one fish, another fish tried to eatWe drove to the Emeryville Marina. Afterparking, we went to the bait shop topurchase leaders, hooks, and weights.We boarded a commercial fishing boatthat had a three-man crew. It was stilldark at five in the morning. It was cold andI was half asleep. We went into the cabinwhere it was warm. There were coffee,donuts, and cookies. They were good!But Lorenzo got sick inside the cabin. Thecrew told us to go outside to feel better.Lorenzo was still sick outside, so I wentback in and cleaned up after him.the first fish! So, he got two at once! Wehad to hurry to net the fish because thesecond fish wasn’t hooked. Lorenzo gotpiggybacks three times!It was a long day and we were tired afterour eight-hour fishing trip. Lorenzo and Ihave fond memories of his first fishing trip.The crew told us what to expect, wherewe would be going, and how long it wouldtake. We went under the Golden GateBridge. We wore hats and gloves whenwe were not fishing because it was coldand windy. A deck man put the bait onLorenzo’s hook.Someone caught a big squid. A deck handyelled, “Cut the line!” because he knewthat squids squirt ink and make a mess!15
I am a Clown: Happy,Honest,Generousby Flavio D.A clown is happy. Aclown is generous.Everybody says “clown” when want toexpress something negative, thinkingclown is inferior, but clown is much morethan red nose.When people askme, “What do youdo?” I answer, “I’m aclown to be honest.To be honest, I’m aclown” because a clown is true in everymoment. Even when he exaggerates, hejust exaggerates the truth. Everybodysmiles when a clown falls down or whenhe makes a mistake and I explain thatthis demonstrates that everybody makesmistakes and this is normal. It’s okay. It’snot a problem.Thank Youby Eliu O.When I was a child, I wanted to be asecretary. I wanted to study, but mymother didn’t have money to send me andmy sister to school. One day I was walkingand I looked in the sky. I saw an airplaneand I thought one day I will go in theairplane. When I migrated to America, Ireally flew in the airplane. It was very nice.The clown brings lightness to life.This year, it was my dream to fly toanother country. When my daughterfinished her high school, she came homeand told me about a program in theschool. They have a field trip to Europe.In the moment I said nothing. I thoughtabout it for a short time because it is veryexpensive for me. I decided to go to themeeting about the trip, and later I decidedto go to Europe!There are several clown types, for exampleLaurel & Hardy, Chaplin, Bozo, Chaves,Three Stooges. A clown works in thecircus, theater, street, birthday party,hospital, and also for private companies.This last place is curious because a goodway for everybody to fix information intheir brains is through humor.When clowns work, they work with thesoul of 6-years old child, and every adultsone day was a child.I like to think about going to Europe. Idream. This is my opportunity. I said,“Thank you God, for all my blessings in mylife, for the life I have, for my family, forthe opportunity to fly to another country.”God is good.To be a clown, you should have empathy,charisma, sincerity.16
The OlyTo Know My Ancestryby Ike Eby Veronica G.A few months ago, I became veryinterested to know where my familycame from. I had the opportunity to meetMs. Marilyn at Project Second Chance.A few months ago, she told me that shesearched for her parents’ family history.So, I became more interested to knowwhere my last name came from. Shegave me the address where I can get helpabout how to start. So, one day I wentto the place called the Family HistoryCenter at the Mormon Church in Concordwith not much information. I barely juststarted the project. From there I went tomy parents to ask for the information Ineeded. My mother and I went throughsome documents until we found thebirthdays of my grandparents. So, nowI have information. I will go back to thechurch and see what they find. Also, myparents are planning to go to Mexico, so Iasked my mother if she can get the birthcertificates of my grandparents so I willbe able to find the birthdays for my greatgrandfathers. In addition, I’m planning todo Ancestry.com. I’m so excited to knowmore about where my family came from.When I was a laborer in 1962 I wasworking in Livermore, CaliforniaIt was 110 degrees in the shadeand no shadeWe had just finished the first sectionof the housing tractI had a Jeep with a trailer to pick up20–30 feet of foundation formsAnd haul them to the next siteI pulled up next to a house already builtI was there for a while I had a load onthe trailerA man came out of the houseHe saw me standing with the sweatflowing down my faceHe invited me in his kitchenHe gave me an Olympia beerright out of the freezerI tilted the little bottle all the way up,it drained in two secondsHe gave me another OlyI drove off with the biggestsmile on my faceAnd the Oly between my legsI was the happiest laborer at workthat dayBy the way . . . I don’t drink17
Lisa’s LifeTaking a Busby Lisa J.by Nargiza A.How was I going to get down off that shelfwith God’s help?Take life one day at a time.Sometime the world seems so cold.I feel afraid in everything I do.I believe in God who help me in life.I am one special person.I have lots of confidence to read.I have a Sober Birthday come up Feb 17this year.I like movies and music and flowers.I was over fifty I chose to go back toschool and learn to read.Love your friends, love your family.Love yours, love your life.And that walks hand in hand with youthrough your life.To take each day as it comes.But keep trying, do not give up hope.It is okay to feel anxious when thingsaren’t working our way.It’s okay to think and worry and cry.I am sad today. I want to cry today.I fix dinner for my family.When it rain, I am sad.I am happy in the sun time.My apartment is nice.We are going to help Mary Anie, wifepastor at conference March 25-26-27.I had fun at the Valentine party.We made Valentine cards.I used to take a bus to the library. Driversdon’t allow mothers to put a strollerwith a child on the bus. They told methey are “doing their job.” I had diapers,extra clothes for my child, books, andgroceries. I had to take out everythingfrom the stroller, fold it, hold my child andeverything at the same time.1. It’s unsafe for mothers and a baby takingthe bus this way.2. It’s uncomfortable to get on the bus andget off from the bus.3. It’s dangerous to put the stroller underthe seat because it’s hard to hold thestroller.I don’t have three hands!Some strollers are heavy and big with acar seat. You can’t fold it together. I can’tleave my child on the sidewalk. You haveto get on with a child or with a stroller. It’suncomfortable and unsafe.How about mothers who get on thebus with 2-3 kids? How about peoplewho don’t drive a car? How do theyget somewhere they want to go withchildren?I read the devotion da
”The wax wrapped around the cheese you ate.” I took the cheese and looked it closer, and I saw a thin layer of wax. I was embarrassed. After that, I cut the outside layer of cheese, or I don’t eat the outside part. I was checking out
