Daya’s on her way to school. As she walks she sings, “Singidy singidy singidy song,” snapping her fingers to the tune. A woman waiting for the bus starts to sing along, “Singidy singidy singidy song.” Daya tells her, “You sing, just like me.”
She passes the bodega and smiles at the man stacking apples. He smiles back and Daya says, “You smile, just like me.”
Crossing the street a baby in her mother’s arms drops a pacifier, and her brother picks it up. Daya calls out, “You help, just like me.”
Daya climbs the hill to her school, and a buzzing bee lands on her nose. She screams and the bee buzzes away. Daya laughs and says, “You get scared, just like me.”
Arriving at school, Daya sees her friend hugging his dad. “You’re loved, just like me,” Daya says as he approaches.
Together they push open the big glass door to school, and giggle at their reflections. Daya sees her pumpkin-orange glasses, the bell-shaped birthmark on her cheek, and the daisy dress her grandma made especially for her. “No one looks just like me!” Daya announces proudly.
Daya thinks about the others she saw on her walk, and the things they have in common: singing, smiling, helping, getting scared and being loved.
She likes not only the things they share, but also the things that make them different! Skipping down the hall she can’t help but twirl and shout, “There’s only one person, just like me!”