Eric

He saw me through the window and ran up to it, yelling my name. When I didn't immediately go out to see him he cried...confused.
I opened the door and he ran up to me. I picked him up and he hugged me for a good 5 minutes, refusing my attempts to put him down.
We played baseball in between periods of him sitting on my lap playing with my hair. He needed comfort and attention, and I was more than willing to give it to him.
I can still understand him better than any teacher in that place.
"The transition has been hard for him," they tell me.
I had a gut feeling it would be.
I saw him as much as I could and spent our last 15 minutes together preparing him for the fact that I would not be back for a while. He was okay with it...more so than I was.
How I would love to just bring him home with me...
Something about him and how the world has shaped his 3 year old personality tug at my heart strings...