The student

The class was a noisy, busy, chaotic mess. But I loved it. My grade 2 class loves craft.

“Miss Higgles look what I made my mum!” Said one curly haired student. It was a sparkly Mother’s Day card with a big Scribbly flower.

I give her some affirmation, but my eyes glance to a dark corner of the room. There sitting quietly and alone was Reilly Kelly, his head was on his desk.

I slowly approach the child, “are you alright?”

“I haven’t seen my mother in ten years,” he said into the desk.

Ten years? The kid is barely 8!