But strangers frightened him.
And other kids bullied him.
I said no.
A boy called Dylan was the main culprit.
Once, he antagonized Theo until he had a meltdown, then filmed him covering his ears and crying amid a wreckage of broken pencils and torn notebook pages.
He shared the clip.
Another boy called him “broken.”
It was clear to me that our mother wasn’t the only one who thought Theo didn’t belong in the ordinary world.
He antagonized Theo until he had a meltdown
I was determined to prove them all wrong.
So we practiced. Small steps.
And the grocery store on Fourth Street was our favorite classroom.
We’d shopped at the Fourth Street store for years. Mrs. Bennett, the cashier at register three, had watched Theo progress from hiding behind me to paying and asking for receipts himself.
I was determined to prove them all wrong.