There was a kid. He was intelligent, talented and kind hearted. He had friends that always supported him. Teachers loved him. But he didn't like going home. He wanted to stay with his best friend the entire time. She'd ask him, "What's wrong?" Or "Why don't like you going home?" He confessed and answered,"My parents don't love me. They're always arguing and when they're not in the same room, they take it out on me. Mom would call me names and say I'm not worth anything. Dad would say that I love Mom more than him."
The girl felt bad for the boy. She hugged him and said, "You're worth something to me." The boy smiled and hugged her back.
At home, his parents exchanged harsh words and comments. It had become routine. The boy felt like running away, so he went to his best friend's apartment. The girl sat with him outside on the sidewalk. The boy began to bawl. The bullying had taken a toll on him and the girl asked, "Why does this hurt you too much?" In between breaths, the boy explained. "My mom calls me stupid, a failure, idiot, good for nothing...just because I love my dad. She takes it as an offense by considering it that I'm picking sides with my dad. I love them both. I've been attempting to be the best I can, but this is what I get. I can deal with negative comments, but when it comes from your own mom, it hurts. I work hard so that I can thank them later for it. My dream is to buy my mom a new home with my amazing job. I want to surprise her and bring her to the home she's always wanted and ask her what she thinks about it. After she says that she loves it, I want to hand her the keys and say, 'well this is your home now.'"
"I just want my mom to stop being mad at me."
