“Hey, Roa! I’m so glad you’re home!”, I say as the school bus ramp is lowered.
Instantly, I get “the lip”. What is the lip, you ask? Well Roa has a way of protruding his lower lip and giving you the saddest eyes you have ever seen when he has an issue.
“What’s the problem?” I ask. Yet he can’t tell me. Not verbally at least. I go through the rundown of possible problems and offer him my thumbs for him to grab if I state the correct problem. Sometimes I guess right. Other times, my inability to identify the crisis leads to a sorrowful cry and tears a flowing. Read more