As the years passed, things only got worse.
The other students laughed at him, played cruel pranks on him, and treated him like he didn’t belong.
More than once, he came home pretending everything was fine, but a mother always knows when her child is hurting.
The hardest part was watching him try so hard to be accepted.
No matter how kind he was, no matter how much effort he made, they always seemed to find a new reason to exclude him.
Then graduation came.
And thankfully, life moved on.
Ten years passed.
Daniel built a life for himself, and although he rarely talked about high school anymore, I knew some wounds never fully healed.
A few weeks ago, he discovered something that broke my heart all over again.
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