At school the next week, Evan raised his hand during reading group before I called on anyone.
“No.”
“Can I later?”
“Yes, darling.”
At school the next week, Evan raised his hand during reading group before I called on anyone.
Then he stood, held his book with both hands, and read an entire page without hiding behind it once.
He stumbled over one word, fixed it himself, and kept going.
As the class lined up for lunch, he slipped a folded note onto my desk.
When he finished, the room clapped, and the boy beamed. That always still impressed me. How much kindness the kids had in them.
As the class lined up for lunch, he slipped a folded note onto my desk.
“It’s from my dad,” he whispered.
Thank you for teaching him courage. He taught us some too.
I kept the note in the top drawer of my desk as a reminder that people could be complex.
