Rachel McCumber
Daniel was tense all afternoon, last Tuesday. At first, I thought it was because he had struggled with his morning routine that morning, leaving the house without a shower or lunch. However, that evening as he stood in the kitchen making the next day’s lunch, he burst out in angry tears.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. Everything is upsetting me and I just feel like crying!” he exclaimed.
I paused my piano playing to turn towards the kitchen.
“Don’t worry Daniel, in the grand scheme of life, a missed shower and lunch isn’t a game changer.” I reassured him.
“It’s not that!” he replied quietly, “Nobody likes me. They think I am weird.”
I waited. He seemed to be struggling, so I walked over to the kitchen and asked him, “What do they say?”
“That I am gay. That I have a PSP.” he blushed.
“What is a PSP?” I asked.
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