A day in the life of an emotionally neglected child.
| Sammy Madison awoke feeling a sense of power he never had before. Whistling through morning routine for the first time ever remembered as he went down to family breakfast. Always a finicky eater, his mom went about preparing she and Dad’s usual eggs and bacon without a word. For all he knew, the product of a single parent who propped up daily paper in their faces to replace that requisite father-figure in life. Sammy just smiled and gulped down his bowl of more milk than cereal ahead of bidding them a perfunctory goodbye.
For once, taking empty seat next to him for granted on bus ride to school, as Sammy haphazardly placed backpack full of textbooks and supplies in place of any warm bodies. Somewhere around a dozen other voices scaled down to a murmur of sound he talked over while conversing with himself. The swagger normally reserved for more popular kids taken for good measure upon arrival, as Sammy went on to slam everything into locker and headed into a special ed. classroom where he spent his entire daily curriculum at Birchwood Elementary.
Everything from rollcall to first subject of day a complete blur, by filling in those blanks with nothing but paper doodles and long bathroom breaks the eleven-year-old boy went off to play alone. No fear of repercussions when he came out for lunch and headed right past teacher towards the playground. Such indiscernibility gave Sammy some much needed peace-of-mind, especially around schoolyard bullies, or older kids mainstreamed into regular classes who teased or gawked. Not until long afterward, realizing that time spent invisible due to instructor’s appeal to classmates they ignore him for previous bad behavior. Never again, feel quite so safe or carefree until fully grown and well out of school.