Frank the Social Worker informed them that Mr. Evan's couldn't meet the rest of the family, so instead, Sharpay wandered inside and brought out a photograph. It was from a few months ago, when Beverley had packed the children into the car and drove them into the country in search of snow. They had spent the day sledding until dark, all falling asleep against each other in the car on the way home.
Sharpay watched as her father studied the photo. Something in his eyes and the way his lips came together in such a manner told Sharpay that he was aching inside. She saw him let out a shuddery sigh.
He reached across the table to them and look disturbed and hurt when Ryan flinched away and Sharpay instinctively took his hand, fingers entwined.
"You family is beautiful," he said finally.
Sharpay nodded, taking the picture from where he placed it between them on the table.
There was a silence and Mr. Evans watched as his beautiful baby boy rested his head on his twins shoulder. Every loving, fatherly feeling swelled inside of him and deflated just as quickly. Standing up he said, "It was wonderful seeing you two again. You've grown so much."
They watched him walk away. As they did, the back door flung open and Winona came running out. "Wait!" Ryan grabbed hold of her as she went running towards Mr. Evans. "Give him this!" Winona begged Sharpay, holding out a folded peice of notebook paper.
Sharpay took it and gave it to her father.
Sitting in the car on his own, he opened the little note. In slow cursive Winona had written:
Sometimes people make mistakes that hurt other people. It
doesn't make them bad. It just means they made a mistake.
You can do it. I know you can do it because you raised Ryan
and Sharpay, and people like that don't just grow out the grownd.
They're made. So you can't be all bad.
Mr. Evans folded the note and sighed, resting his head against the stering wheel. They were a beautiful family.