Everyone Diagnoses Children
Obviously it is apparent he said.
Vitally clear.
Plain to see.
What is? I asked him.
That child is emotionally disturbed, he announced.
I was shocked, walking away quickly.
I am not qualified to diagnose
And yet he is?
And with confidence.
Who? You ask.
Bag boy at the grocery store.
Sixteen knows everything though.
I had almost forgotten that.
I smiled, remembering, turned and waved.
But he was in the throes of diagnosing another child.
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