An African-American child resents and then misses a little foster brother.
May.
I missed playing Cowboys and Indians on the stoop and watching cartoons in the morning.
But then Stevie left again, and I missed him.
He played with my toys and broke them, and he left dirty footprints all over my bed.
One day my momma told me, "You know you\'re gonna have a little friend come stay with you." And I said, "Who is it?" and "For how long?" That\'s when Stevie moved in with his crybaby self.
An African-American child resents and then misses a little foster brother