Her hair was the color of the sun.
My hair was the color of night.
Her eyes were blue and bright.
Mine were dark and brown.
Her skin was milky white.
My skin was chocolate milk.
She was the tallest in our class.
I was the shortest in our school.
Her favorite color was green.
I lied and said mine was, too.
Her family was the All American.
My family was the Immigrant Indian.
We couldn’t have been more opposite physically.
But inside, where it counted, we were soul sisters.
With a shared loved of books, learning, and Jesus,
You were my childhood.
Wherever you are, Becky Michelle Dunn,
You were…are…and will always be…
My very first best friend.
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