By Valerie Lake
“Hi Max, I’m Miss Beth. Your dad told me you are eight years old.”
Hunched in his chair, Max looks at his feet.
“When he called, I heard what he had to say. But let’s find out what YOU think about why you are here.”
“He thinks I’m crazy.”
“Most of the kids I see are not crazy, Max. They’re usually sad, mad, or scared. Does one of those fit for you?”