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Alice’s heart dropped as her daughter ran into the house, dumped her backpack on her bedroom floor and started sobbing on her bed. Sixth-graders could be so cruel.

Alice walked into the bedroom, and her daughter said, between sobs, “Don’t make me go back to school. Everyone hates me!”

Alice gave her girl a tight hug. “They don’t hate you, sweetheart.”

“But I don’t have any friends,” the girl wailed.

“Sure you do. Debbie was just over here the other day.”

The young girl sniffed. “Yes, Debbie.” She looked hopelessly at her mother and asked, “Who else?”

Alice felt uncomfortable. “Well . . . how about Angie?”

“Angie hasn’t talked to me in months, Mom. Neither has Patty or Lara.” She started crying again. “All the kids from youth group make excuses to avoid inviting me to things. I don’t have any friends!”

Alice hugged her again, wondering what she could possibly say. Her daughter was right — she was the kid nobody liked. How could she help her daughter find friends? She was a sweet child but didn’t understand that she was turning people off by talking too much, being oversensitive and not knowing how to approach others in an appropriate way.

Alice understood that the only way to help her daughter find a friend was to teach her how to be a friend. So the effort began.

That little girl eventually learned how to be a good friend and grew up to be someone who has many great friends.

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