“While working at an Arts for All program in the South Bronx, a first grader tapped me on the shoulder. As I turned around to give her my attention, she looked at me and said, “I just want to tell you— I like the way you smile.” I was (understandably) very touched. I thanked her, and told her I like the way she smiles, too, and I wished that she did it more. I then looked down at her paper, and noticed that in the self-portrait she had been working on, she wasn’t smiling. We had a conversation about it, and she told me how she doesn’t normally smile very much, but she’s learning.”
“She asked if I would take a picture of her smiling, so she could see what it looked like. I showed her the picture, but she didn’t believe it was…
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Gentry Weisman Holbrook
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on May 30, 2015