She was 10. Guarded. Reserved. She didn't want to talk, so instead we wrote. I taught her about the fun and challenge of haikus and encouraged her to try to express her emotions in a 5-7-5 format. She told me she felt alone. I wrote:
On being alone...
She wrote:
I am a pigeon
in a flock of flamingos.
No one understands.
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