vortex

Parents evening was like being sucked up by a powerful vortex. A bit like a hard punch into the solar plexum. With an iron fist.

It's hard to hear that your kid is really unhappy in school. And that he never smiles.

He was in the room, listening. And we had a wee talk too, at home.

This morning we had a different child. Up and ready, homework done. Smiling, instead of pretending, like everyday, that he is too sick to go to school.

We arrived 10 minutes early.

I hope this lasts. Today is a happy day. And the sun is shining.