It's been a long time since I sat in a classroom waiting for a group of children to join me. But that is where I found myself on a Wednesday lunchtime.
I was seated on one low chair of 7, around two equally low tables pushed together. A tupperware of crayons and a tissue box acted as a center piece.
As the door opened, in ran Robert*, toothy grinned. He stopped to look around and asked me,
"Where are the others? I need to know who they've lost."
And by this I think he meant, "Where are the other children like me?"