Alone

Tonight at dinner my son described the cafeteria scene among the sixth graders at his middle school. There is a table of black boys and one of black girls. There is a table of the popular guys/jocks and a table of the popular girls. There is a table of the geeks (boys) and of the sorta popular girls. The skaters sit in the booths.

After his sister went upstairs, my son told me that there is one more table. "Only one person sits there," he told me, tears in his eyes. "A boy, who seems like he's retarded."

Comments

[Mark]

Really sad--the cruelty of children
[though, too, a microcosm of society]. Touching that your young son was so touched.