In fourth grade, my brother with special needs was born. I didn’t know anyone else who had a sibling with special needs, and was very self-conscious about it. I didn’t know who I could talk to about it.
Somehow, I got the idea to speak to my assistant principal.
She welcomed me into her office. I told her about my brother’s diagnosis, and tears began to well up in my eyes. She began to cry and told me that one of her parents had just passed away. She said some mornings she calls her sister and asks, “Why did this have to happen to us?”
I don’t remember if she gave me advice, or anything else she said. But I walked away from her office feeling very relieved. That memory has stayed with me for years. I will never forget that she treated me, a fourth grader, like an equal.
Story submitted by Kaylie