Zaid holds the birthday gift from me and we all wait in silence. Will he like it, or will he not? Zaid, at twelve, can be a hard one to please. B
ut, as he opens the box, we watch a grin stretch across his cheeks. He fumbles to the inside pages of the book, anxiously searching … searching. There it is—his name—in the very first sentence of the Prologue. He reads the words I had drafted three years earlier: “In the living room, nine-year-old Zaid catches my attention. Rubbing his hands over gold-etched words, my grandson asks, ‘What’s a White Rotary, Abuela?’”
Then he looks up from the page and declares, “I can’t wait to show my friends!”
He had received the perfect gift—Sticks, Stones & Songs—a book written with him in mind.
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