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 © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019