It was his turn to tell the class about his father. Father’s day it was.
Ever so warily, he stole out from his seat, taking slow steps to the front.

“My Papa breaks peopl” He began “He hurts them when he gets mad. He made my Mama go to heaven”
A tiny sob tore through him

The teacher’s soul tore in two as she ran and gathered him in her arms.
“Where’s your Papa?”

There was something terrible in his silence. Something frightening in the stillnees of the tiny hand she held.

“I sent Papa to heaven yesterday” He grinned

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