Rejected
A while ago I wrote this text for my writing group. The assignment was title is rejected. Strange that you can write and get a lump in your throat while you write it down. Do you guys ever have that?
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Rejected
Back to school, the holiday is over, fine! The last six weeks have been horrible. The boarding school Dad had arranged before he died is his excuse. Home no longer exists. Of course Uncle Jos and Aunt Fia tried to do fun activities for him during the holidays, they do their best but they just don't work out. His nephew and niece are both at least five years older and see him as a bum.
Uncle Jos and Aunt Fia are actually much older, lego, playmobil, his own toys, it's all not there, at least not at home with aunt and uncle.
How many times has he felt not to belong, to be too much. And when he was played with him for a while it was oh so clear that that was actually a task. But he didn't want to be ungrateful. This was his vacation, trying for six weeks to show that it was fun, sociable and crying in bed for six weeks, waiting for the next day. Now and then he could lose himself for a while in his book, that one book, the book he could have taken from home. Carefully he read and reread every page so as not to get to the end too fast. And every time he opened the book again, starting on page 1, with large graceful letters it is written:
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