Music in My Heart: My Journey with Melody

On Sunday morning, I go to church with Melody’s family. Mrs. Porter pats the bench, inviting me to slide in next to her. As we sing the first hymn, I think of the song that brought me here. I hope I still remember it when it’s time to go home.

After the service, Melody and I go down to the community room for another Student Walk to Freedom Club meeting. It’s time to choose a project. Yvonne says some people stay here to make picket signs for the Windwood grocery store, which won’t hire Black people. If enough people show up, Windwood has to listen. Melody says making signs sounds fun, but Yvonne reminds us there’s another choice.

We also need volunteers to stuff envelopes for something called Conyers at a meeting hall downtown. I don’t know what that is, but I’ve stuffed plenty of envelopes for Dad’s campaigns before. It’s easy, and it would leave Melody and me time to talk. Or I could make posters instead. Melody says either sounds fun. I get to choose.