Chapter 11: Opening UpI looked up from my reading, my tears having blotted the pages. A few of my classmates were crying. They all looked uncomfortable. Great. I looked at Jude, and his face was…troubled, but proud. His eyes were shining.
“Um, that’s it. And, well, sorry to bring everyone down. But…this was also helpful for me, so thank you. And…yeah.”
I returned to my seat, and Jude stayed seated for a few more moments before he stood, clearing his throat.
“Thank you, Aiden. That was…brave, and raw. And we can all learn from Aiden’s example. Childhood is an incredible thing to write about. If you think back on your time as children, do you remember the games you played, the drawings you made? Those were some of the most creative times in our lives. And we lose that as we get older. Our
