Blessed to be over here again writing for She Loves Magazine…
I tucked my face tightly into my legs and curled up into the tiniest ball I could possibly get myself into. As I sat on the bench in this position, I heard all of the ruckus around me. I tried to wish myself into invisibility.
A few minutes later some people walked up and I heard them sit down next to me. Not looking up from my tight ball, I heard, “Meg, are you okay?”
When I didn’t answer, I heard another voice say, “Leave her alone, don’t touch her.” Read the rest at She Loves Magazine.com…
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