Now was my chance to sample the “White Only” water.
I walked towards the fountain, licking my lips, and preparing my palate. Had to stop and wait until an older White boy finished drinking. I walked as fast as I could, but I didn’t run because I heard my mom’s voice in my head, “Stop running, Sunny.” I pushed the lever. Harder to push than I expected. Pushed again, harder. The White water gushed in my face. I’d swallowed just two gulps when my mom’s voice came out of nowhere.
“Sunny, Sunny!” She grabbed my arm, scooped me up.
I yelled, “It tastes like the Colored water, Mommy! Tastes like the Colored water!” I screamed again. She didn’t respond, too busy apologizing to the White people who were staring. I didn’t care.
The curiosity of my child-mind had awakened and was satisfied…for now.
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