Oops my fingers slipped and made some absolute crap….

"Ok, les petit enfants, we're going to do something different now" said Raphael's teacher.

Four and five year olds of various shapes and sizes chattered amongst themselves about what they did after school, what they had packed in their lunch boxes, and about who they were going to sit with on their next field trip.

They had just finished a lesson on all the different sounds letters can make and they were getting restless. It was the beginning of a long day.

Raphael's kindergarten teacher clapped her hands and raised a finger to her lips to hush the children.

"In two days it's going to be Mother's Day. I have some crayons, construction paper, and some glue for you all to make some cards with, won't that be fun? The assistant teacher and I will help you with the writing and you can give this to your Mom on Sunday"

The tykes rushed to the stations to create cards for their mothers using their tiny fingers to make colourful creations.
Raphael sat quietly putting his hands on top of his desk and let out a small sniffle as he thought of his mother.
His teacher went up to him, noticing he seemed down.
"Are you alright Raphael?" she asked.
"Oui, Madame" he responded.

Raphael wiped his eyes and nose, joining the other kindergartens in the planned craft. He grabbed a black crayon plus construction paper. Raphael drew small and tall people with red hair and a women with ballerina shoes on his page. He put his masterpiece in his backpack near his cubby.

Finally it was time for the students to go home. Isaac waited outside the building for his son.
"Hey Papa!" Raphael shouted, hugging him when he exited the building.

"I made this in school today" he said, reaching for the craft. Isaac looked over the drawing, Raphael must have picked up his skill for art because he was immediately able to tell what his son had drawn. It was Raphael, Isaac, and his mother. He smiled, but he felt a bit of grief.

Isaac took a detour to the cemetery on the way home.
"Let's go see your mother, shall we?" Raphael clutched Isaac's hand and put his drawing on his mother's tombstone.
The day became a little bit brighter.