I want to tell a story. A story that barely is gonna get a spotlight but that it happens more often than we think.
It’s a quiet story even when it shouts out loud of desperation, frustration and sadness.
I’m referring to the story of that kid in the school who feels himself out of place. The one who is always the target of disdain sights and harshly comments by his peers.
The one who is always alone and is gonna be chosen the last one when teams are building up to perform a group work at school. The one who eats his lunch in the toilets during the breaks, yes, because he carries such a sharp pain and feels such embarrassment of himself that he can’t stand exposing himself out there because it could mean more pain to an already broken heart.

I encourage you to reach your hands out them
because they are precious souls who weren’t said they were or they were treat unfairly by others who are lost, very lost.