When I was around age seven, I made fun of a girl who was older than me. I did it because I wanted to laugh and make people laugh. I did it because she had these big, bulging eyes. Her name was a number in spanish. I used to pull her hijab and tell her it looked hairy.. (a hijab is a religious headscarf) I felt no guilt. Now I do.

A couple days ago someone was talking about her (It’s been many years.) and they mentioned her eyes. I just blinked. I couldn’t talk. I realized she might just have graves disease. I told the girl who mentioned her this, and she just replies, “oh.”. But this girl never bullied her.

So sometimes I see the girl I bullied at the library. She looks at me, but never had much emotion on her face. She just looks at me. I don’t know if she remembers me, but to her, I am so sorry.
I am so, so, so sorry, and I hope your life is going well and that you know that I’m not like that anymore.