There was a month left to this school year, would they make him repeat the entire year because he missed part of the month?

Theodore watched the houses of the neighborhood stream by his window as he sat morosely in the front seat.

He had never felt so alone and defenseless in his life.

He felt as if he had become a passenger in his body.

All he could do is sit and distantly watch the adults make decisions.

He had no idea which direction his life would take or even where he’d be in the future.

When they got to Mrs Feild’s house, Theodore helped her carry her son’s diaper bag inside.

He had been Mrs Feilds ‘unofficial’ babysitter for almost a year and didn’t feel uncomfortable helping her with the baby.