Chapter 14

I noticed that Owen was very quiet during the time we were heading to school. The regular bubbling with stories of dinosaurs and space adventures was replaced by a silence that looked far too profound for a three-year-old boy.

I looked back at him in the rearview mirror, he was attached to the window, his tiny face as blank as the landscape outside seemed to be to him. There was an obvious worry in his mind and I for one felt sad to see him in that state.

“What’s up buddy, what's going on in that little head of yours?” I pretended to be excited just to encourage him to open up to me.

Owen looked at me, and those large blue beautiful eyes he had were teary and it broke my heart to see it.

“It’s nothing, Mother,” he whispered, but I knew there was more than that.

“Would you like to speak to your friends today?” I asked him expecting him to open up and tell me something.

He shrugged, and I felt my despair deepening. Owen loved school. He loved his friends and his teacher, Ms. Maureen