We Wait for the Sun

In the hour before dawn, we slip out of the house, and the midsummer night is dark and cool.As I follow the swish, swish of my grandmother's skirts, I can smell the damp earth beneath my feet and feel the dewy air on my face.Moving through the darkness toward the woods where blackberries grow, I'm certain my Grandma Rachel and I are the only ones awake in the whole world.From civil rights trailblazer Dovey Johnson Roundtree comes a stunning picture book about a precious early-morning moment between her and her grandmother - the woman who taught her everything she knew about self-worth, strength, and justice. With vivid, vibrant illustrations from Raissa Figueroa, We Wait for the Sun is a resonant, beautiful story told through one exquisite page turn after another.