Alaxander was crying and felt a bit tired from the lack of nourishment. He felt himself picked up and clung to her. Burying his face in her chest. Shaking a bit as he cried. It was just so much and he never had anyone to listen. Tears trailing down his cheeks. He pressed into her even after she laid him on the couch. Listening to her talking. Looking at his Aunt through blurry eyes. Blurry from the tears he was crying. Sobbing harder and a bit louder. "Mom and dad stopped really caring when they found me trying on girl clothes at four. We were in the costume store and I wanted to be a princess. For the next year or so they tried to fix me. To make me be a boy even though I felt like a girl. Just happened to be stuck in a boys body. Everything was okay and chester always played with me. Then when I started school at four he began to have less and less time for me. He was making more and more friends. I tried making friends but I was too weird cuz I was girly. And then when everyone found out I was a scaredy cat they began making fun of me. I tried telling Chester but he never understood. People stopped playing with me when I was six...they all wanted to play with Chester because he is cool and brave. Even people who started playing with me stopped since I'm so easily scared."<br/><br/>He cried a bit more. "Each year it got worse. Chester became more and more popular and stopped having any time for me. Even though we were at the same school and hung out he was always surrounded by friends. He never noticed that I was always alone. That even when I tried no one wanted to be seen with me." He cried a bit more. "The words got worse and worse. Chester was there but he wasn't. People pretended to talk to me when he was looking but really they weren't. They were calling me names. I love my big brother. I look up to him a lot and wish I could be brave or even just a bit braver so people wouldn't hate me. I don't like no one ever wanting to play with me. Or talk to me. So even while I kept trying it just got bleaker and lonelier. When Max wanted to play with me it was the first time...anyone ever has. Yet I still feel hollow inside. Like I'm so shriveled inside I'm a wilting flower. Or something. I guess when I was four or five is when my appetite began decreasing."