He told me he didn't have a room.
"OK," I said, "how about the kitchen table?" You guessed it. He doesn't have one of those either. And he wasn't joking. Wherever his family lives, they do not live the same way I do, and his lack of resources made me uncomfortable, followed with a strong sense of how spoiled I am.
I then suggested that maybe he could stay after school in my room and do his work, but he doesn't have a way home because we only have late buses one day a week and teachers aren't allowed to give rides to students.
Out of options, I gave him a sad, uncomfortable smile and changed the subject.
I seriously take for granted all that I have. My parents were (and stilla re) married and provided me with every opportunity to succeed, from taking the time to quiz me for history tests, to taking away my license when they found out I'd been drinking when I was only 19. They still encourage me and help me when I need it
|In case you couldn't guess, |
I'm the person here.