Hurtful Words- Deep Scars!

Devil Child wears Pink!

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Freckle Face in Tears!

When I was a young girl I was called "Freckle Face" by other kids that wanted to hurt or tease me; we all know that kids can be cruel. I remember one time in particular when my family and I had been invited to the birthday party of the son of some family friends. The birthday boy (Sean) was the same age as myself. I loved going to birthday parties where I would get to dress up in a pretty dress and shoes to match. I would also get to pick out some pretty ribbons for my hair; which my mother would fix up in a special way that was reserved for special occasions such as birthday parties. I got a new pink sparkly dress, pink shoes and some lovely pink ribbon to wear to the upcoming birthday party.

Matching Sparkly Pink Dresses

I wasn't allowed to wear my new outfit until the day of the party; it was only a couple of days away but it seemed like an eternity to me at the time. My mother wore a dress that was made of the same sparkly material as mine as well as a lovely pair of pink high heels. Our outfits were different styles but we looked like the Queen and the Princess in Pink on the day of the party.

Pink Ribbons

When the day of the party finally came I was so filled with excitement that I bugged my mother from when I got up until the moment she finally let me put on my new dress. I could barely sit still as my mother fixed my hair in a bun with my lovely pink ribbons. I pretended I was a real princess as I danced around with excitement waiting for my family to finish getting ready.

Anticipated Birthday Party

At last we were ready my mother and I in our matching outfits and my dad and brothers in their finest, (which didn't compare to the Queen and Princess of Pink) we headed off to Sean's much anticipated birthday party.

Birthday Cake without Flowers

I was walking on air as I thought about all the lovely treats that we would be eating at the party especially the birthday cake. I remember wondering if there would be flowers on Sean's cake and if so I was hoping to get a flower on my piece. The cake ended up not having flowers on it but believe you and me it did not deter me from eating every bit of my slice of cake. The party was going wonderfully or so everyone thought as it had all the elements of a good birthday party such as food, games and dancing. Then all of a sudden the party had a turn for the worse!

Demon Child in Pink!

Sean the birthday boy asked me to dance with him; everyone thought this was so cute until they heard my awful response! I answered in a cold voice "I am not allowed to dance with Chocolate boys!" I know at that moment my parents had wished that the floor would have opened up and swallowed them; I really had shocked and embarrassed them that day. I would like to point out that we were the only white family at this party; our friends were from Ceylon, the other guests were all relatives. This comment I had made seemed even worse given the circumstances. I remember the shocked faces that surrounded me including my own family not believing what had just came out my mouth. They were probably thinking this Demon child should be dressed in Red not Pink!

Leaving in Shame

My parents tried to get me to apologize to Sean but at this point I had clammed up and had drawn into myself. My parents apologized to the hosts and their son for my awful behavior and with that I was rushed out of the door as the party was over for me at this point. My parents led my brothers and I to the family car both filled with shame and embarrassment from my appalling hurtful words that I had said to the birthday boy.

Freckle Face

Well the car ride home was filled with both my parents spewing out the anger they felt towards me and my awful behavior. I sat quietly in the back of the car with silent tears rolling down my freckled face. They did not understand what would make me say such a hurtful thing. Well they were about to find out as I errupted shouting out that Sean had called me "Freckle Face" first so I wanted to hurt him like he had heart me. My family was well aware about how sensitive I was about my freckles and how hurt I felt when ever anyone called me "Freckle Face". This at least let them understand better why I had said what I said to Sean. My mom was always for "two wrongs don't make a right"; as I am now older and wiser I agree with her. At that time in my childhood I just reacted using the defense mechanism I knew as a six year old child.

Phone call of Appologies

I remember my mum calling and talking to Grace (Sean's mum) explaining the whole situation; she then asked Grace to put Sean on the line as I wanted to apologize he was told to do the same. We both reluctantly appologized to each other under the watchful eyes of our mothers; who made sure we said the right thing to one another this time round.

Stop Bullying of Any Kind!

I am glad to say that both our families remained good friends sharing many family parties after that one for many years to come. We all must remember that words can be just as painful or even more so than getting a direct punch in face. We must try and put a stop to bullying of any kind; if we see it happening in our communities we must take immediate action to help stop it!


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aravindb1982 3 years ago from Puttaparthi, India

Two wrongs definitely do not make a right! Poignant message to take away in a world populated with movies of revenge and payback!

The power of Love and Forgiveness is often forgotten...

Thank you for this beautiful piece of writing....


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Pamela-anne 3 years ago from Kitchener, Ontario Author

Thanks for taking the time to read my hub; words can truly leave deep dark scars we must all take the time to think before we speak. Children can be cruel as they have no idea that something cruel they say to another child is going to be carried by the hurt child throughout their life. I will be reading more of your hubs may your writing keep flourishing take care!


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sweetie1 3 years ago from India

My best friend who looks very hot.. was given nick name ugly by his classmates when he was about 6 and had his front deciduous teeth missing and this name struck and he was called by this name in school till he was in School and even now he is still called by that name by his old school mates.


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Rebecca E. 4 years ago from Canada

what an excellent reminder to think before we speak, and that sometimes children do say things hurtful, and that we have to teach them as well.


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manthy 4 years ago from Alabama,USA

Kids can be so mean - I voted this gem up and awesome

Thanks for sharing such a personal hub


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MsDora 4 years ago from The Caribbean

My first impression of your response is that it was funny (depending on your age). However, children can be hurt by words as you already knew by the names you were called, and I'm happy that you had wise parents. Great story!


veronica 4 years ago

Sad but lovely memories of times gone by and a good lesson for all.


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Pamela-anne 4 years ago from Kitchener, Ontario Author

Thanks so much for your wonderful words of support Larry. I would just like to say my parents always taught my brothers and I to treat all equal and to treat others how we wanted to be treated. God Bless and thanks for your support take care pam.


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Pamela-anne 4 years ago from Kitchener, Ontario Author

I would like to thank everyone for supporting my hub most appreciated. I would also like to say that my parents were the strong influence in my life teaching me to treat all equal no matter what their color or ethnic background is. One saying that my mother has always said is "treat others how you want to be treated" this has always stuck with me throughout my life. take care and thanks again for your lovely comments of support.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

I'm sorry. If is any consolation: life is balance

A bully


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Glimmer Twin Fan 4 years ago

Wow Pamela-anne - What a vivid and harsh memory but what an important lesson to people. Thanks for sharing this story.


Larry Wall 4 years ago

This is a touching story and one that many people could tell. The places would be different as would the circumstances, but the results the same.

Fortunately, as a youth in Scotland, you learned a kinder word than you would have learned as a child in the United States. I can tell from your writing how you sincerely felt sorry for what you had said, meaning that you knew it was wrong, but was just something you heard frequently.

Do not beat yourself up about this. Sean probably encountered the same thing more times in his life than he cares to remember.

Unfortunately, that attitude, except to a worse degree, is still taught in parts of the world, including the United States. I know you are past that point and can sense how badly you felt. Do not beat yourself up about it. You were a child, whose parents had inadvertently told you something, you did not need to be told. We all make mistakes. Sean has forgiven you. God has forgiven you. Make sure you have forgiven yourself. It took real courage to tell this story--the courage of a person who really knows what is right and what is wrong.

Voting you up, awesome and beautiful.

Take care,

Larry


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Ericdierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Ok, I admit, I teared up on this one. I had never thought about a freckle face being just like a chocolate face. But the love all parents showed is what brought me to tears.

You see if the whole world were made up of such good folks, we would not need to die, for we would already be in heaven.


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rcrumple 4 years ago from Kentucky

What a wonderful story and lesson. "Out of the mouths of babes" is usually filled with misconceptions. Yours is no less a story. It is hard for an adult to take being called a name, without thinging what they will do to get even if given the opportunity, much less a child.

We do have to be careful that our words don't hurt. But, we also have to remember to be honest. At times, that task is impossible.

Thanks for a little piece of your past. Enjoyed reading about it! Up & interesting!

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