doesn’t raise his hand, and when the other kids are doing group work, he kind of drifts off to the side.”
The second time was this year. Seventh grade. A different teacher, but the same words. Withdrawn. Quiet. Not participating.
“Is anything going on at home?” she asked.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to say, his father died, what do you think is going on at home? But I just said, “We’re working on it.”
We weren’t working on anything. I didn’t know how. I’d lost my husband, and
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