Outcast

I stopped to ask if I could help.   After a few questions, I knew I could not leave her on the side of the road.  Can I call someone for you?  And she replied there is no one,  I am an outcast.   How do you even know that sad word at the age of fourteen?

A few days passed and a coach reached out to me and said please ask your daughter talk to the young lady on the team bus that sits alone and talks to no one.

Two reminders in a week.  Have I been oblivious to lonely?

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