have i always been invisible? Part 1

**when I was about 9 years old, I was assigned to sit at the dais with friends and close family of the Bar mitzvah boy, my cousin Michael, and last to arrive at the table, I went to find a seat, but neither was there a plate nor a chair for me. After seeing me floundering for a few minutes, my dad got a waiter to bring an extra table setting and chair.
**A few months later, my mom sent me to the bakery, which was three blocks away to purchase a half  a rye bread sliced with seeds, a cinnamon and a prune danish. They weren't taking tickets because it wasn't a busy time, but the clerks after finishing with each adult customer, asked, "Who's next?" Every
time I raised my hand, they helped someone else/After at least 10 minutes, I finally spoke up and told a female clerk with orange hair and lipstick, freckle covered arms with sagging muscles smiled and asked me what I wanted.