Moravia Park Elementary was still an unfamiliar place and a bit intimidating when I was asked to change my routine. I usually work with the young boys, but one day, I was asked to work with the girls since there were not enough volunteers. Even after a few weeks, I was still getting used to working with refugee students, but I wanted to get to know some of the girls I had seen on the playground. In the room across the hall, I sat down at a table next to a third grader, who shyly introduced herself as Hope. Her dark skin illuminated her teeth as she gave me a sweet smile and then looked down at her papers. We went over her math homework and after she was more comfortable, we began talking more casually. “Do you like living in America?” I asked. She responded by smiling and nodding her head. “What’s your favorite thing about America, Hope?” “May I draw a picture?” she asked. I agreed and handed her a crayon. She drew a large circle with two lines: one through the middle vertically and the other horizontally. She looked at the four even slices and then up at me, always smiling- “In Africa, when we had a cookie we had to split it in four pieces: one for my mother, one for my father, my brother, and then me.” She then drew one big circle and said, “Now I get to eat the whole thing myself!”