Day 96 Ruminating And Writing

Freak

The neighborhood children ran around me, shouting, “Freak, freak!”

All they see is my bald head, my lack of eyebrows, and my towering figure. At first, they were scared. They sniffed around me to see if I was dangerous. When they deemed me a gentle, freak giant who never said a word back, they started their name-calling, cycling around me with their bikes.

The adult thought of me as half-witted. They said nothing to their children. They barely greeted me as I walked by. I was not ...