When I was about 6 we lived in a home back when my mom and dad were still together. And late late at night me and my sister woke up and we went downstairs for milk and suddenly we heard an obvious voice calling my name constantly and we both hurried back upstairs into our rooms. At the time my sister was about 18 or 19, she's 26 now.
In school one day I was sitting in class and all we heard in class was “Let go of her hair let go!” And we all ran outside and saw two girls fighting. One girl was standing up for her friend who recently moved to Florida but her friend got tired of the girl talking about her and the fighter’s friend was very shy so she stood up for her. And I felt proud of her because she wasn’t a bystander she was an upstander and even though it was a fight, it was for a purpose.
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