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.”