Finally, I sit down to chip away at the required reading for my next teacher training and my efforts are completely derailed.
YaYa’s only request was for help with his closing paragraph. It seemed simple enough. We opened the document together and I began reading what he had so far. The collection of thoughts were stitched together like a quilt made by a young child. I put down what I was doing and began helping him tighten up his thoughts, reinforce the seams, and add the clean hem that would serve to give his paper that pulled together look from the ground up.