He Rarely Smiles

The people at school always hate me All of them? I ask him. He glares at me, endearing himself to me. I try to get some positivity out of him. It is a struggle. He rarely smiles. Usually when he is plotting the “accidental” hurt toward someone. I had never met an eight-year-old like this. I suspect his life is not wonderful, But I am never to learn how it is, for he does not say. Keeping his home secrets at home, Where his parents want them to stay.