Anaeli_ DQ3.11

When I think of my earliest memories, there is one boy that comes to my mind. One boy that really marked my life in a "particular" way.
I met him when I was in second grade, his dad had left his mom and his mom lived with her sisters, where he was raised.

The way he acted was very different to any other guy´s actions. He always hung out with us, the girls. But he would make much more drama than any of us. His life at home was one great full mess. And the level of acceptance that he had of himself was the lowest, he was very insecure about how to act with any of the other kids and the rest of the boys rejected him.

This is definitely one case that I remember well, because it always broke my heart to see him wander by himself during recess time, while the other kids played soccer.