This pretty spanish lady is Loli. She is one of the kids in my class. She is five years old, shiny, happy, mischievous, bright. She is the little sun in my classroom, even when she starts to sing or to laugh when I’m speaking, even when she hugs another kid so tight that it hurts, or when she wants to play and dance in the middle of a tale.
When Loli is sad, the classroom looks darker. And she doesn’t have many reasons to be happy, poor little girl. But she is…