My name is Kel.
I’m a boy.
I thought I should maybe clarify that because sometimes people think I am a girl, becasue Kel can be short for Kelly, but that’s not the case this time. Not for me.
I wish I didn’t have to explain myself each time I meet someone new, but people say they can’t tell if I’m a boy or not. I’m too small to tell. Well, that’s what they say.
I think you feel bad for me now. Don’t worry, I’m going to grow. I will! I promise you!!
You’re looking at me like I’m one of those baby bunnies. I’m not a toy. I’m already quite mature for my age. Don’t you think?
Well?
Kel… i hear you.