2013, Early September. He stares at the white linoleum as we walk down the long hallway from his kindergarten classroom to the parking lot. His feet shuffle like ice skates, occasionally letting out a squeak as he leaves bits of his sole along the path. “Calvin, are you ok?” He nods, but nothing else. He hates to cry (and even worse to be seen crying) so I don’t push him. I can tell by his eyes that if he starts to talk, he won’t be able to hold back. It’s moments like this that I … [Read more...]