Write about: the new kid.
We had our StrongStart group over for a walk around the farm this morning and snack time on our deck. The plan was to take them through the apricot and plum trees to see the fall foliage starting to come in, and swing by the garden just to have a quick look since there's not much left out there.
Instead we spent a whole lot of time with the horses and picked a whole lot of corn for people to take home. We also passed through the apricot trees.
Snack time featured a whole lot of interest in the walnut trees and finding fallen walnuts and cracking walnuts and eating walnuts (people also brought lots of food to share and we cut up a few apples from the orchard as well).
It was a fun change of pace around here.
There is no hiding here. No sanctuary. No hope for invisibility. Getting lost in a crowd is a lost cause. Forget slipping through the cracks. No word is unheard, no misstep is mistaken for another's.
Everyone knows who I am.
There might as well be a neon sign hovering above me like a scarlet halo. Though I've done nothing to deserve this branding. I have betrayed no trust, committed no crime. I am innocent in all things. Well, nearly all things.
I am guilty of being the new kid, after all.
Even that, though. Even for that I could place the blame on someone else. For all the good it would do me. But doing so would not change my reality. Would leave untouched this daily torture. So there is no point in shifting the responsibility elsewhere. Not at school, at least.
At home, though? At home this is all Dad's fault. This is all because of him and that stupid new job of his. The one that forced us to move halfway across the country.
I bet he doesn't feel like the new kid at work.