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Eating Lunch with Eleven

He is eleven, big bright blue eyes, pale, unfreckled skin, lighter hair than most.
Not allowed to eat with other eleven-year-olds.
Due to past and semi-present behaviors
So he eats with the counselor, me.


Today during lunch his deepest of the deep voice came out suddenly. 
THESE FRIES MAKE ME MAD.
I burst out laughing.

He is in a silly billy mood, not turned to me, but looking away.
I notice his cheeks are puffing up, in a happy way.

“You are not mad at all,” I tell him.
His smile gets bigger, but he does not reply.

He is relishing in the individual attention I give him.
Even more delighted when I call him out on stuff like this.
Showing him we are both lone wolves and fearless.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/5/2019 9:13:00 PM
Finding a kindred spirit makes the world a little less scary!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/5/2019 10:22:00 PM
It really does! He knows I am always there, and my room is open.