Mary was seven the first time she
became aware of her status.
For most little girls, you aren’t aware of much of that at seven. There is some teasing and name-calling
but for the most part, you play with the people you like and you don’t play
with the people you don’t like. Who
those people are often changes every day. “Suzy wouldn’t share, so she’s not my
friend.” “Hannah called me weird, I don’t want to play with her anymore.”
Mary, like many girls had a new
best friend every week. In her
town, there was definitely enough to go around. They weren’t hurting for seven year old little girls,
especially in her class.
She was put into a work group in
her class at school, where she met Page.
They became instant friends.
Immediately they were planning to play after school. They didn’t live
far from each other. Close enough
that they could meet each other in the middle without having their mom’s drive
them.
They would often meet in the park
near by after they checked in at home.
They had been playing together for about 2 weeks with no friendship
altering moments. They shared well
together without name-calling.
They both loved to play kitchen in the dirt at the park, using the
fountain nearby to make all sorts of treats. Each took turns being Mom, the most coveted role.
They had been happy friends until
Page’s older sister, Phoebe came to get Page for dinner.
“Who’s your friend, Page?”
