Nobody loves me
Mary was having a tough day and had stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she thought to be well-deserved complaining and self-pitying.
She moaned to her mom and brother, „Nobody loves me …the whole world hates me!“
Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up at her and passed on this encouraging word: „That’s not true, Mary. Some people don’t even know you.“