March 22, 2003.
Tara’s big sister has a school assignment. Each student was asked to read a biography and must now come to school dressed like the person in their book. Her sister chose Martin Luther King, Jr. I find a white shirt and black pants and a tie for her to wear. I offer to paint on a mustache.
Tara decides to join the act. She puts on her big brother’s vest. I ask, “Do you want to be Martin Luther King too?”
“No,” she says.
“What do you want to be?”