A little understanding goes a long way

It was such a little thing … a wart on my finger. That’s what I thought until the boys in my second grade class refused to hold hands with me in square dancing. 

I thought no one had noticed. They had. It was very embarrassing—so embarrassing, so humiliating, that I left school crying.

When I arrived home, I promptly informed my mother, through my tears, that she needed to get busy and heal it.

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