The next day the boy and his mother walked across the playground to the school. They registered him for classes and walked the hallways to his classrooms.
"You will be fine," assured his mother as they walked back to their house.
The boy spent the rest of the day unpacking his things. All the while, he kept thinking about the first day of school, now only eight days away.
Each day passed by as if in slow motion. He would quietly watch kids playing in the neighborhood from the safety of his front porch or the living room window. Every once in a while one of the kids would stop to look at him and then return to whatever they were doing.