After our walking tour through the zoo, she came over to our picnic table with little packaged snacks for the grandchildren. She explained she brought extra snacks when she came with her kids to share with friends they made there. A black family giving the hand of friendship to our white one. Our grandchildren had run together excited over seeing the various animals as we walked through the zoo, with us adults complaining about the Texas heat. Nothing unusual as far as my daughter and I were concerned, but in her eyes something special was going on. Maybe in this volatile, racially sensitive time, it was. For whatever reason, she left us a message of hope for the future.
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