Little Miles buried his teary face against the cotton ends of his mother’s apron. She hugged his head against her thigh while softly shushing away his sobs. It was the third time that week that Miles came running into the house crying. Miles did not understand why they hated him. He always tried to be nice. He never made fun of anyone and he never hurt anyone. All he wanted was to be someone’s friend. Miles began to sob loudly, his mother sank to her knees so she was eye level with him. She gently placed her fingers on his cheeks allowing her thumbs to wipe away his tears.