When You Reach Me

by Rebecca Stead

But who wants to be treated like a real person? I thought. I wanted to be treated like Annemarie and have all my snacks tied up with ribbon.

“Well, it’s simple to love someone,” she said. “But it’s hard to know when you need to say it out loud.”

“None of it makes sense!” my brain yelled. “But all of it is true,” I answered.