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Reflections of a “retarded” child

26 Sep • by sharon

There were masses of kids in this place called high school. I was wandering through the buildings terrified and overwhelmed by all the activity. I felt stunned and numb. I clutched a crumpled-up piece of paper with a room number in my hand and I was squinting out of blurry eyes attempting to see the room numbers on each door way of the classrooms. I felt so alone.

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