Talking to Tim
The next morning, with a new clarity, I sat down next to Tim. “Hello, friend,” he said softly. “I saw your drawings last night.” His eyes widened in surprise. I tried not to sound scolding. On the contrary, I added: “They told me a lot.” I wanted him to know that I wasn’t in trouble, that my intention was to help him. Perhaps, with this openness, he would finally find the space to share his truth.
Talking to Tim
A look of fear
For a moment, Tim seemed overcome with fear, as if he had been caught up in something wrong. However, when he realized that I wasn’t angry or irritated, his fragile shoulders eased slightly. “It’s all right,” I assured him in a soft tone. “I just want to understand.” Gradually, the fear on her face gave way to a shy openness. It was the beginning of a bridge between us, a space where communication and understanding could flow without barriers.
A Look of Fear
