NO TWO KIDS ARE ALIKE
As the youngest child and the only girl, I wasn’t your average kid. I was sometimes called weird or abnormal. I was the sensitive one, the introspected child with an unconfined yet complex inner life that led me to feel I carried the world on my shoulders. I know many kids like that too; sensitive and creative, introverted and wise beyond their years. I wish my parents had respected that about me. Instead, I was a problem child and my picky eating was just one aspect of my parents’ exasperation with me.
