“She’s difficult.”
“She doesn’t adjust.”
“She’s not a good fit.”
Eventually, I stopped trying to fit anywhere.
When they sent me to the orphanage, I remember sitting on my bed that first night, staring at the ceiling, deciding something quietly:
Don’t get attached to anyone.
That decision lasted exactly three days.
Then There Was Noah
He was in the corner of the common room, a book resting on his lap, his wheelchair angled slightly away from the others.
Kids didn’t sit near him.
Not because he was mean—but because they didn’t understand him.
Or maybe they didn’t want to.
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