The moment that changed
I visited a Center in Harlem for children with no fathers and whose mothers are in prison. I brought with me 12 pairs of pajamas. As the children came into the room, each child chose the pair he or she wanted. After a few minutes, one little girl came over to me.
“What are these?” she quietly asked
“They’re pajamas,” I answered her.
“Where do I wear them?”
I answered, “To bed at night.”
She looked at me, puzzled.
“What do you usually wear to bed?” I asked her.