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The Day My Best Friend Died and My Mom Said I Couldn't Go to the Funeral

I was a kid in the 1960s, and my best friend in first grade was a girl named Robin. She and her brother were the only Black kids in our all-white community, but none of that mattered to us. We were inseparable at school, and I'd come home and talk about her all the time. One day Robin and her brother just didn't show up. That night, my mom was reading the newspaper and mentioned an article about a house fire where a family was lost. It felt like too much of a coincidence, and my worst fears were confirmed when she read Robin's name. I told her I had to go to the funeral, but she told me no. She said I was too young and that Robin was not white. I still remember the shock of her words and the reason I wasn't allowed to go. I just cried and cried. That was 60 years ago, and even now, I still cry sometimes for Robin's death. It’s a moment I've never let go of. #ChildhoodMemories #Nostalgia #LifeLessons #Racism #InnocenceLost #UnforgettableMoments