Your story reminds me of one I heard from someone close to me. A young boy was sick all his life and finally started school in her sixth grade class. He was a nice boy, and all he wanted was friends, but the other boys were mean to him. His mother tried so hard to help him make friends, but the other boys were so cruel. That young boy died from his illness that year. Children can be cold and heartless sometimes.
Sad story.
The late Dr.Wayne W. Dyer related one in one of his New Age books.
A woman wrote to him that her elementary school son had trouble making friends. She said as a mother you try to shield him from every harm and then have to let go to watch him on his own anyway.
He was working on his idea of writing a valentine’s card for each of the many classmates before the party at school. He tried to place which were by the window, the ones nearest the teacher’s desk and so on. “I don’t want to forget someone and make them feel bad.” So he did his best.
The day of the party ended and his mother saw him walking toward the house. “Oh, no, only one card in his hand. Must be the minimum mandatory one by the teacher to each child. Couldn’t someone, even one of them be kind enough to give him one card?” She held back tears and cheerfully said “How was the party? Were the cookies good?”
He was smiling. “Mama, it was great. I remembered every single one. I gave a card to each one. I didn’t forget even one. I’m so happy.”