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?”