I remember one day when we were in elementary school, I was sitting in my friend’s car as her mom was driving us to the mall. When we finally got there, she asked me some questions to start some conversation. I think I must have been really quiet to the point where it might have been difficult for a parent. I don’t remember what happened, but I do recall her saying this of out frustration,
“You’re a mute aren’t you?”
Small, curt, but most likely not intended to hurt so much. It happened in under a minute but I still remember how it made me feel more than a decade later. You never know which moments stick.
It doesn’t matter what we did or didn’t do. The only thing we remember is the way we make each other feel.