That’s Not My Fault Though
Back when I was in third grade, my neighborhood buddy, Chris, came over for a playdate outdoors. At some point, he asked to use our restroom, but for some odd reason, I thought he was unhygienic or something, and said “No.” So, Chris made the long walk home, about a mile, just to use his own bathroom.
After that day, his mom prohibited him from visiting us. It was only later that I discovered it was because he’d had an accident on his way home that day, and had to rush into a woman’s house to tidy up.
Many years later, I sadly found out that Chris had taken his own life.