The Meeting

Katya

"Baby, I think it's time to enter the hall, what are you waiting for?"

Christopher was nervous. He looked around the hallway, searching for something as we stood in front of the PTA meeting hall.

Even his palm in mine was sweaty.

But he wouldn't tell me whom he was waiting for.

We had been here for a while, and other kids were already inside and seated in their sections, while parents sat in their designated seats.

After a while, when he continued looking around, I crouched down and took his hands in mine, making him stare into my eyes.

"Hey, baby, what is it?"

The sadness lurking in his pupils tugged at my heart, the same effect as a heavy rock slamming into my chest.

Oh no, who had hurt my baby?

I cupped his face, sadness spreading in my heart at the tears in his eyes.

"Baby, tell me what the problem is, please."

He shook his head and avoided my gaze, his tiny lips pouting as he looked down on the floor. Then without a word, he started to walk towards the h