A Short Story Of Us. The wood falls again and we restack the logs criss-cross while sprinkling more dead leaves. I click the lighter and after a few breathless moments it ignites and we have a flame. Over the next hour I add and build to our fire, while you prepare dinner. Chicken sizzles on the grate above the heat and I hear you chopping vegetables inside the cabin. Tacos were always one of my favorites and you make the best ones. As I sit outside waiting, I put my book down and look up into the trees. My most loved time of day has come; The sunlight streams through the leaves
“ While we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one ” (Dumbledore – “Goblet of Fire”). I am young and immersed in the cinematic world of Harry Potter . Dumbledore greets students with these words and I vow to never forget them. It’s the last year of high school, and I have chosen this as my senior quote. People laugh, but they do not know the comfort and content that Harry Potter brings me. Years later, I say this quote to my students. There are a million differences amongst us, but what connects humanity? Our love, passion, and heart. Everyone goes