That Is Confidential Information
Today I spoke to a fourth grader who wondered what he did wrong.
Why was he sent to me - the school counselor?
I told him that I had missed him and wanted to see him.
To check out how he was doing.
He opened up, telling me many things about his family.
His mother is in jail. He told her to not shoot at the cops.
He looks just like his father.
Look his name up on a jail site, you can see him, he said.
I don’t know a jail site, I told him.
Because I don’t.
He rolled his eyes. Can I type on your computer?
He typed, but Daddy’s photo did not appear.
Many other felons did appear with the same name.
Do you get to see your dad often? I asked him.
No. So I asked, “Where does he live?”
“That is confidential information,” he informed me prissily.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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