Shelby The Shy

My name is Shelby, and I’m shy.

- Erin Beth Liles

When I’m at the grocery store, people say, “Hello,” and “How old are you?” Even though I’m six years old, my face gets hot.

Mom says, “She’s shy.” That makes me feel worse.

At Vinnie’s Diner, the waiter says, “What’s your name?” I just stare at my plate.

Dad says, “It’s OK, you don’t have to be so shy!”

But I am.

And at birthday parties, kids shout, “Come play Pin the Tail on the Donkey, Shelby!” I just shake my head.

The other parents say, “She doesn’t want to play right now.”