Grade School

Many years ago when I was in elementary school there was one girl in particular that stood out. Her clothes were always dirty, her hair never brushed, and always wore a deep saddened look. I often ponder who horrid life she went home to. What were parents like. From the outside looking in, it seemed as though her home life was not very nurturing and supportive. I met her father once and the relationship seemed odd. She hovered close to him as if she was afraid to step too far away. I got the vibes that he was possessive but what does a grade schooler know.

I would talk to her from time to time, never once treating her like most other people. Regrettably I never became close friends with her. I would fantasize about inviting her to my house and offering her clothes and a make over but how does one approach that without coming across as rude. Would it even have the uplifting results I hoped for? Or would the evening of reprieve only highlight what she didn’t already have. I wish I would have taken her under my wing and befriended her. She looked like she needed a friend and I didn’t put forth the effort to establish a friendship. Some days I wish I could go back and re-do that one choice, among many. Maybe a different perspective could have made a difference.

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