K. wept through breakfast, whimpered like a puppy all day, and cried himself to sleep.
Mrs. L., his afternoon E.A. (educational assistant), found out Friday she's being transferred to another school. Budget cuts. Seniority issues.
I waited till this morning, crawled into K.'s loftbed with him, and tried to break the news gently.
Today was their last day together.
K. and Mrs. L. had a special bond. She was waiting in the wings in case he didn't make it through the Christmas concert. When he did, she met him back in the classroom with hugs, grinning and holding a gift wrapped box full of toy dinosaurs.
K. brought home a photo today of the two of them. In front of them, K. had spelled out "Mrs. L.," in Tinkertoys - backwards.
K. still cries that he misses the red car we used to drive and he begged me not to donate the ratty yellow sofa downstairs to charity, because "they had sooooo many memories."
It's going to take us a long time to get over losing Mrs. L.
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