By the time Henry started school, he already had a gaze too direct for adults who preferred children to be easy.
The first time I had to defend him in a school office, he was seven, sitting beside me while the assistant principal smiled politely.
“He left long before my stitches healed.”
“We just want to be realistic,” she said. “We don’t want Henry to feel frustrated in a classroom that might move faster than he can manage.”continue reading …