The Boy and His Neighbor.

Najah Webb
Nov 7 · 1 min read

There once was a boy. There also was his neighbor. She was 72 and he was just 7.

One day they didn’t know each other, but then they did.

A ball over the fence, a broken window. An invitation to share a cool jar of pink lemonade after a long day of chores around her dusty old house. One interesting summer on her front stoop .

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    Najah Webb

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    Writer |Mother| Black Woman|Advocate| Lover of all things parenting, body positivity, and religion| IG handle: @nowcamille

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