My son and I are leaving our small town in southeastern United States to live for a year in a small town in southeastern France. It couldn't possibly be THAT different, right?

Monday, January 9, 2012

Break down

When I took Jed to school this morning, our friend Dom told him that she thought that he looked sad.  I told her that he was sad about his dad leaving on Thursday, and he burst into tears and ran away.  I followed him around the block, and he refused to go to school with red eyes.  He didn't want any of his friends to see him cry, and he didn't want his teacher to ask him any questions so I just hugged him and took him home to Sam.  He spent the morning at the apartment with his dad and then went back to school in the afternoon.  

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