N looked over at me and asked, "Ms. Haley, will you be my friend?"
Yesterday, when his mom picked him up she looked at me like I was about to rip a bandage off her arm. I enthusiastically told her that we had a wonderful lunch together and that he didn't play with any of his food. She started to cry. Sometimes its easy to forget how hard her life must be -- how hard to she works, hopes, fights, dreams for her son.
I sat with him again today so that when she picks him up I will be able to tell her that we had another excellent lunch.
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