"Daddy says I can help with the babies," Tasmin says as we sit on the bench out front of the school, and he swings his feet back and forth happily.
Out of all my students, he is probably my favorite. I wasn't sure what to think when I first took this job two years ago and was informed by a fellow staff member that Tasmin's father was part of a local motorcycle gang. At least, that's how they were referred to. Since meeting Bradan, I don't think gang is the proper term. I know they aren't squeaky clean men, but Tasmin's father is one of the most involved here at the school, and it's clear as day that he loves his son more than anything.
Tasmin tells me about his family a lot when we chat, even though I doubt he's supposed to. It's been harder for them this year, more than usual, wit
