I was so frustrated. I came home from school ignoring my uncle asking how my day was from the living room. I ran straight up the stairs and into my room. I went in slammed the door shut threw my backpack on the bed. I reached for a pillow and started crying into the pillows. I think my uncle heard me crying because he called my name and yelled from the living room to come down, I decided to ignore him because I didn't feel like talking to anybody. He called my name again and yelled from the living room to came down and talk to him. Again I decided to ignore him. I could hear his voice getting worried and kind of mad because I was ignoring him. He called my name and said, “are you coming down or should I come up there.” I got up and locked the door of my room so he could not come in. after about a minute or two I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. He knocked on my door and asked me to let him in. again I didn't feel like talking so I ignored him. I heard his footsteps go down the stairs I think he grabbed the keys that are in our living room and he rushed up the stairs to my room and opened the door of my room. I was sitting on my bed crying my hands were on my face trying to hide it so he couldn’t see me crying. But I think he still saw me crying because he rushed to me and took me in for a big hud “what’s wrong” he asked me but I decided to ignore him once more. He got up and started walking out the door as he was almost out he said “dinner is ready and I made your favorite, noodles.” he held out his hand I grabbed it and pulled me off the bed and we both went to the dinner table silently. He already had the table ready for both of us. I took my plate and graned a tong and started taking some of the world’s best noodles. My plate was full to its brim but I was still taking more so he said “save some for me noodles.” He called me noodles because I loved noodles so much. After a while of eating, he asked me “do you want to tell me what’s wrong.” I shook my head left to right signaling him “no.” “come on just tell me I made your favorite meal.” after some time of convincing I gave in and said “my first day of school was going great I even made a friend or two but my last period was English. We had to read a story as a class and the teacher called on me first to read. As I stuttered and blinked I just could not read and I was the laughing clown of the class.” tears started rolling down my cheeks. He gave me a hug and said “I think it’s time we tell your teachers that you have dyslexia.” my fork fell, I stood up and yelled at him “no way.”
