Anxiously, I tug on my older sister’s sleeve. I gesture her to bend a little closer so I can whisper in her ear.
“Can you get my sandwich for me?'“ I ask quietly.
“Sure,” she says. “The usual?”
I quickly nod and hide halfway behind her, not making eye contact with anyone, as we move down the Subway line.
I didn’t pluck up the courage to order my own Subway sandwich until I was in middle school.
My heart is beating out of my chest. I can feel my thoughts racing, mind blanking on what I should say.
Everyone turns to look at me. I burst into tears.
It was the first day of second grade. We were sharing things about each other in a group to get to know each other. I couldn’t do it.
Group situations still make me nervous, but I met my best friend in third grade.
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