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They Kicked Me Out…
I was 7 when it happened. Then I was 24 when it repeated itself.
I was seven when it happened. “Mom, mom, they kicked me out…, I came in the house, ready to explode in tears, hurt and blame, but I was too proud to loose it..
“What happened, honey? Who kicked you out? Tell me..” Mom’s heart was breaking, trying to help me…
But I didn’t want to be weak, so I just said being as cool as I could possibly be… “Well, they didn’t kick me out…The kids on the street just said they were playing a specific game and they had enough people in it already. So, they told me to go home. I am okay, mom. I am just going to play in my room”
With that, I left into my room, shutting the door and suppressing my inner storm… I wasn’t willing to open up and upset my mom. I wanted to deal with it on my own. Besides, I couldn’t see how she could help me..
Now, those kids did kick me out. Literally. They said, they didn’t want to play with me and told me to go home. And I considered them to be my friends… Kids could be cruel.
I was so deeply ashamed and hurt. I felt like a looser!
Life goes on, of course. I grew up and I forgot about that incident.
