When I first started working in my school district, I sensed this same hesitancy around the word black in some of my students and I think it was because they were not sure if using that word would be offensive to me. Whether it be in reference to our family specifically or simply when using the term to describe the color of an object. But when I think back to that first night he spent at our house years ago, I remember him being uncertain about using the word black around us. I just knew that his family felt like my family. I enjoyed getting to know his family and I was thrilled when they were able to come out to spend Thanksgiving with us one year. He and my daughter were the best of friends. Visiting museums, hanging out at the town pool, going to the library and amusement parks. We built some of our most lasting memories during that time. For about four summers in a row, our family hosted a little boy through The Fresh Air Fund who would travel from NYC to spend some time with us in Buffalo.
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