Mike
The reflection in the tall mirror of my bedroom is mocking me. My hands are just too big to tie this stupid thin piece of fabric around my neck. Why do I even have to wear a tie? The last time I wore a tie, it was Easter, and I was eleven years old.
My mom worked her tail off to make sure that I could wear something nice for Easter. I was proud of it. I felt like a hundred bucks, and my mom said that I looked like a gentleman. She looked very pretty too, in a floral sundress; she had a good paycheck that week.
There was a potluck after church, and my grandpa made sure that I didn't get a chance to eat, so I made myself scarce and hid away from my mom so she couldn't raise questions about why I wasn't eating. I couldn't chance her getting into trouble too, so I hid behind the church
