Chavy’s mother hung up the phone with a confused frown. “That was Mrs. Green,” she said to Chavy. “Your classmate Deena’s mother. She was telling me that Deena has no friends in the class? Is that true?”
Chavy grimaced. “Oh, Ma, I feel really bad, but it’s true. It’s not like we don’t try, it’s just really difficult having Deena around. She makes these really hurtful comments, like when she said in front of the whole class that Shira’s dumb. She says weird things and interrupts in the middle of conversations. And, Ma, whenever there’s a change in schedule or a teacher does something differently than usual, like a surprise pop quiz, Deena literally falls apart! It’s really tough having with a classmate like that…”
Chavy’s mother looked thoughtful. “Hmm, that does sound tough. It sounds like there’s something that makes it impossible for Deena to fit in socially. Imagine how painful that must feel for her, knowing that she doesn’t have friends, and not knowing how to change that! Maybe she needs some help.”
“I never thought of it like that,” Chavy said, her eyes wide. “Poor Deena. But what can we do about it? It’s not our fault she’s like that.”
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