Keyworker

Two of my keykids left today.
One arrived early and was there to the bitter end, giving me these beautiful flowers and a card. The fact he wrote the card himself meant so much to me.
The other refused to come in, and shouted at me after I phoned him repeatedly to try and make sure he was awake. Then he turned his phone off.
Rough with the smooth, eh?
I wish them both the best of luck for their future.