People keep asking me what I did for Easter. I tell them the truth, nothing because my family invited me and then just decided to not call or let me know they weren’t coming to get me. Even my sister and mom tell me it is messed up and sad. That isn’t what is sad to me. What is sad is that I expect it from them and they can’t hurt my feelings. My grandmother has only hurt me once and it was because she was in sensitive about Padiddle being sick.