A third Chris 64 x 365

Eldest daughter of my parents’ closest friends, Chris had a rough childhood. She once put her hand through a plate glass window because, she told me, her mother didn’t love her. After she came out to her family and friends, her life got a lot better. Everyone loves her now.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Great exposition and well told!
11/21/06, 7:35 AM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Thanks.

There is a lot I could have said about her -- she sat at my lunch table in junior high school. I think of that table as the "outcasts table" because we all ended up there because we were not welcomed at any of the other tables.

This one was one of the most difficult to write so far. Everything I wrote at first seemed unkind, and only a small part of the person she is.
11/21/06, 8:05 AM
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