So, So Right
By Satyana Amilca Shah Martinet One day I was walking to my elementary school garden in Albuquerque. I am a fifth-grader and I like to draw in my sketchbook in the garden. I was preoccupied in my own thoughts when I heard a whimpering sound coming from behind the large cherry tree. As I looked around the tree, I came face to face with a little boy who looked like he was in kindergarten, I think his name was Aiden. I recognized Aiden from…
