The kindergarten classroom was bright and colorful, filled with the sounds of children laughing, crayons scratching on paper, and small chairs scraping against the floor. But in the far corner of the room, away from the other kids, 5-year-old Lucas Reed sat with his back against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His usual smile was gone, replaced by a stubborn frown.
Ms. Alvarez, his teacher, knelt beside him, her dark brown eyes filled with concern. She kept her voice soft, but there was a tired edge to it. She had tried this same conversation every day for weeks.
“Lucas, sweetheart,” she said, “you have to sit at your desk like the other kids. We’re going to do our alphabet song soon.” Lucas shook his head, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes.
“No,” he muttered, staring at the floor. “It’s bad there.” Ms. Alvarez sighed. “What’s bad about it, Lucas? Your desk is just like everyone else’s.” But Lucas didn’t answer. He just hugged his knees tighter, as if making himself smaller would…..Read Full Story Here……………….
