Robert
I watched my son scurry off down the hallway with Raphael’s daughter, Lucy. She was an adorable kid, and absolutely the spitting image of her dad.
My kid, on the other hand, looked nothing like me.
“I think this move has really unsettled my son,” I confided to Raphael.
“Well, I guess that’s to be expected,” Rafe reasoned. "It’s a big change. You didn’t just move houses, you moved to another continent. Kids are pretty resilient, though. Give him some time. But, if you think he needs it, I do have a contact for an excellent child therapist. Lucy just started seeing her last week, and it seems to be going great.”
I was a little surprised to hear that the lively and friendly little girl I met actually needed a therapist. She seemed perfectly well-adjusted.
I only knew the barembo
