My Son Was Treated Poorly Because of His Looks Throughout His Freshman Year – After Summer Break, Not Even the Kids Who Used to Tease Him Recognized Him, so He Did What He Had Been Planning for Months

One Tuesday I made spaghetti because it used to be his favorite. He came to the table with the hoodie sleeves pulled down over his hands, gripping the cuffs in his fists like mittens. He sat with his elbows tucked against his sides, making himself narrower than the chair.

“How was school?”

He pushed the noodles around with his fork. He didn’t lift a bite.

“Did Tyler or those boys bother you again?”