Looking at the crowd, I’m a bit dismayed to see Callum sat slightly in front of, and apart from, all the other children. This is his party, but it seems like the other kids are giving him a bit of a wide berth. Being different may sound like a great thing when you’re a fully grown adult who wants to be interesting at dinner parties, but it’s an awful thing when you’re small. I look up to see that Eliza has noticed this as well. The sad look on her face makes me want to cry.
