Mom stood up, so I jumped to my feet, too.“Thank you, Doctor,”she said.“Come along, Peter.”
We drove home without saying much. I felt numb. Dyslexia?I'd never heard the word until last week. Sure, I was always the slowest kid in my class. During recess I had a special hiding place behind a shrub. There I would cry because I couldn't do my lessons no matter how hard I tried.
Of course, I never told my mom about that part of school. I was too ashamed. I didn't want to worry her, either. She had enough on her mind with teaching school full-time and taking care of Dad, my two brothers, my sister and me.