1 min readSep 19, 2019
Daniel, round with excess, followed his father into the store.
The kids at school were not very nice to him. Actually, they were quite mean.
Mostly they laughed at him, not the friendly kind of laugh or the kind that meant you had said something funny. It was the kind of laugh that cut chunks from Daniel’s soul.
Some of them called him names. Not friendly nicknames, either. They were names like “fatty” or “pudge-o.” Those names cut even more of his soul away.
Not knowing how to stop the hurt, he salved it the only way he knew. He followed his father into the store, and headed for the sweet snacks, knowing his father would help him apply that salve to his inner wounds.