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Church members expected me to be mature.
At first, I enjoyed the attention.
Being known felt special.
The Beginning of the Teasing
The teasing started in middle school.
It wasn’t always cruel.
Sometimes it came disguised as curiosity.
But repeated often enough, even small comments can leave lasting marks.
“Emma probably isn’t allowed to do that.”
If someone used inappropriate language near me, another student might joke:
If I received a good grade:
“Of course she did. She’s the perfect pastor’s kid.”
“Shouldn’t a pastor’s daughter know better?”
I couldn’t win.
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