Fathers Day.
It was 1pm, the last school day before Fathers Day, and most of Elena Woodson's class were busy drawing pictures of cars and television sets, a few were drawing flowers and shopping bags for their second mothers day card, it looked like Ethan was doing abstract art again but that couldn't be helped. Elena was more concerned about what Yasmin was doing. Yasmin Masood was one of her best students, she was in the top group for reading, writing and maths, she had friends but wasn't naughty or chatty during quiet time and sometimes wore entertaining head gear. Today Yasmin wasn't drawing anything, just staring into space. Elena was knew Yasmin had a father, he picked her up on Fridays and attended parents evenings for her. Time to see what the problem was.
'Yasmin sweetie, are you having a problem?' Elena found it was best to be careful around kids this age, you never knew when they were going to burst into tears.
Yasmin looked up at her 'I don't know what to draw' then looked at her blank piece of paper sadly
'well what does your Daddy like?' she asked
'I don't know. He doesn't like cooking or sport or cars' Yasmin looked at Amaya's card and added 'or games'. Elena wished children not knowing what their parents liked wasn't as common as it was, but she thought Yasmin might know something about her father. He didn't seem like the type to keep Yasmin out of his life.
'well that's ok, because we're thinking about what your Daddy does like, it doesn't have to be like the others', Yasmin looked at her seriously
'My Daddy likes men' she paused for a moment and looked thoughtful
'an' reading, I could draw me an' Christian an' him an' some books' Yasmin picked up her pencil and started drawing.
It wasn't even the most unusual thing she'd seen that year.