My best friend, David, moved away after our last year in Elementary School when his parents got divorced. It was only a few years after my father died.
In one of my classes in middle school, the teacher asked us if we had a nickname we would rather go by. I told them, “David.” Nobody I knew ever said anything. I answered to David in that class all year. At one point the teacher got in contact with my mom for the progress report. When she told her that David was doing very well my mom didn’t know who she was talking about.
Now that I look back at it I wonder what my friends thought. Did they not make a thing about it because it was obvious that I was traumatized? I wonder what my mom thought.
I enjoyed being someone else. It was like having my friend back.