A Broken Mirror Never Mends

My childhood friend started to dislike me, calling me a clingy, self-conscious stutterer.

After I repeated a year and got into his school, he was annoyed and made every effort to distance himself from me.

But he didn’t know that I wasn’t there for him.

Later, I overcame my stutter and, during the freshman representative speech, I sincerely expressed my gratitude to the person I was most thankful for — my brother.

My childhood friend stood up in a daze.

But he was held down by another person.

His roommate laughed arrogantly and carelessly.

“Bro, step aside, you’re blocking my little sister from giving me flowers.”