D came up to the school today. He actually came by the church to pick up the cymbals from the drum set. He sat down and talked to me for awhile. I looked at his hands told him that they were dirty. I sat at the desk and cleaned them with the fingernail file that I had at my desk. I got a brief sensation while cleaning his nails. I quickly made the sensation go away.
I told him that the school was closing. I made sure that I told him not to tell anyone about it. He said that he was going to pray for me. He gave me a hug before he left.
Good grief that boy is too much for me! Why isn't he my age?
This is the personal diary of deartra d. Boone, where she posts her current thoughts, feelings, interests, and other things as needed. Everything that is written here, is In HER Own Voice!
