Mishpacha Magazine

Shooting Stars: Epilogue

As long as I’m here, I’m given the strength. To endure. To survive and smile

The steel, stinging bars weren’t only literal. I had nearly imprisoned my soul

In the sea of faces, there is no one who knows. Knows how much I put into this, knows how much I grew. Knows what I’m going through

“It sort of hit me in the face lately. My life is… different than any other kid’s”

I’m not prepared for this. This is… an attack. This is absolutely ludicrous

I’m dizzy just thinking about what awaits me when I come home

Maybe I am going nuts. But why did the principal’s kind offer leave me feeling so uncomfortable?