My hand reached up. Then went down again before he could see. I tried again, I little higher. It’s up to head hight now. Oh, wait he’s turning. It’s down again. Come on I can do this. Higher, higher, higher, almost. He turns, he just catches the blur of my hand whipping down. He smiles and calls my name. I try to find my voice, but it just won’t come out. I know the answer, but it’s logged in my throat. He waits, I try again. And Again. And Again. Nothing but a few stuttering starts come out. Finally, he turns to someone else. I bow my head in shame and humiliation.