I got this from my brother Ward earlier today. It's about the heartache and travails of being called names when you're a little child:
This past week Hannie was very sad about school. She wouldn't tell us why but she cried about it. Yesterday after school, she broke down and told Rhonda that another girl in her class was calling her a name. Rhonda sighed and asked Hannie what the other girl was calling her. She replied, "Melissa."
I understand completely. For my entire year in fifth grade, I was called Herb.
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