"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"I had a textbook thrown at the back of my head. I had food thrown at me and rubber bands flicked at me, pencils thrown at me. You name it. Kids called me names like, ‘dead battery,’ 'rock head' and 'bone head.' I also had my head banged."
I didn’t expect these changes. Honestly. I thought I would bounce back. I was young! I was supposed to give birth and hit the beach the next month. I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this.
