Personal Narrative: 11-Year Old Boy With Committed Suicide

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Last Friday when I went to pick up my 11-year old from school I noticed that he was upset, when he got in the car he just started crying. One of his classmates, a 12-year old boy had committed suicide because he was being bullied by an eighth grader and he couldn’t handle it anymore. My son was very upset, he couldn’t believe that his classmate had done that and he kept asking why nobody helped him. I told him that maybe he didn’t talk to anybody that he kept everything to himself. I had a long talk with him, I assured him that his dad and I were always going to be there for him and that is someone is bullying him to let us know and that we would do anything to getting away from that situation. I also told there is a solution to every problem

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