Rejection.... three syllables that are so hard for a little boy to understand
He couldn't understand the root of their misgivings, jeerings, mockings
His mother was just that, his mother, his life support, his candle in the wind
He couldn't understand why it was that his fellow pupils would find it strange for her to be unstable and insecure
Of course, he accepted her coming home at four in the morning, soaked as a sponge in liquor
He accepted the rocking-horse of emotions, ranging from hysteria to utter insanity
He accepted her, why couldn't they accept him?
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