Yousseff and Ezekiel are two brothers from different families, with different dreams, and different everything.
On the first day of first grade in the playground, Ezekiel meets Yousseff for the very first time.
"I'm the nicest boy in the class," Ezekiel says to his new friend. "I am also the smartest, because my Dad told me so."
"I can drink a gallon of milk, without cookies," Yousseff boasts.
"I can read without saying a word," says Ezekiel, lifting his chin as he turns his head away from Yousseff.
"My mom said, if I don't eat my vegetables, I'll get nightmares," Yousseff whispers.
"But, if you live in another planet, you'd have different vegetables," Ezekiel replies, because he notices Yousseff's face and believes he must be from a different world.
"I know how to make GOOBERSNICKERS!!" Yousseff says to Ezekiel, with both of his palms open. "It's Poof, Puff, Goobers, Bake, and Slice! I just need a lot of grapes."
Yousseff writes down his recipe for fruit pizza for Ezekiel with a crayon and paper pad, always inside his pocket.
"Do you bake?" Ezekiel asks, wondering how Yousseff knows how to make pizza, one of his favorite foods.
"It will take about two hours to explain, but I won't do that to you," Yousseff says, embarrassed.
"It's okay, I collect stickers," Ezekiel confesses.
"I have super powers!" Yousseff says, because imagination is his best friend.
"How did you get it?" Ezekiel asks, his eyebrows scrunching.
"I'll explain it to you, but you'd have to be sworn to secrecy," Yousseff whispers into Ezekiel's ears and looks around the play ground.
"What did you eat?" Ezekiel asks. "Besides GOOBERSNICKERS."
"It's not the GOOBERSNICKERS. I can make anything," Yousseff says to Ezekiel.
"Can you make grapes?" Ezekiel wonders, because anything means a lot of things.
"No," says Yousseff, as he shows Ezekiel a piece of paper from his pocket and points to a little drawing.
"I can build this! I just need your help," Yousseff whispers to his new friend. "It's my secret."
"That's a tree house! I'll ask my mom! She's six feet and two inches tall!" Ezekiel shouts out loud in excitement, because he may have a new adventure ahead.
Yousseff tries to calm Ezekiel and soothes himself and breathes in and out.
"I think you will be taller than your mom, Ezekiel," Yousseff says, still breathing.
"I'll just aim higher!" Ezekiel shouts again, smiling.
"We have nothing in common, but I think we're best friends," Yousseff says, as they walk towards the monkey bars.
"Yup, we can talk about anything!" Ezekiel says, nodding, as he calmly places his hands inside his pants pockets.
They continue to be friends, talking with each other about first grade with an open heart as they dialogue about everything inside their minds, together.
This was the story of Yousseff and Ezekiel, two brothers from different families with different dreams and different everything. They never knew they would be able to talk about anything, for no reason at all, every time, every day.
The end. Just write.