<human>: As seems to be customary this fuck up did not happen today this happened about 8 years ago. I moved from Manchester in England to a small village Near Dublin in Ireland. Big change for me and I was absolutely terrified going to school for the first time. I was still in primary school so it was easier fitting in and quickly joined a close-knit group of friends. I moved in April so didnt have much time to fit in and learn about any of my class mates family's apart from my close knit group. So the week before Fathers day we were asked to make fathers day cards so we all got down to business I was drawing an amazing picture when my eye struck my friend across the other side of the room not making a card just drawing a picture. Me being a 10 year old twat goes up to him and asks why he wasnt making a card "are you finished or something?". He looked up at me and just stared into my soul and i hear another guy in my class literally shout across the room "his dads dead" I instantly started apologising profuseley he said it was fine but I was haunted by it for weeks afterwards but he and I have grown up being very close friends. But in my opinion I dont think I was in the wrong I had no way of knowing but the other guy who shouted it across the class showed no sensitivity at all. And he grew up to be a massive cunt as it turns out. What are your guys' opinion as I still think about it to this day.

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<bot>: I asked a kid in my class why he wasnt making a fathers day card turns out his dad is dead I had no idea as I was a new kid but another prick shouted across the class saying that his dad was dead