Leo Langford wrote the sentence down.
Halfway through, his pen paused.
"Then, was I brave?"
Daisy York looked at him, not answering right away.
"What do you think?"
Leo shook his head.
"I didn't have surgery, and I didn't go abroad."
"Bravery isn't only found in hospitals," Daisy said. "Have you ever been really scared, but spoke up anyway?"
Leo looked down and picked at the corner of his eraser.
Wren Whitaker sat a short distance away, her fingers resting on the side of her cup, unmoving.
She knew what the boy was thinking.
Sure enough, it took Leo a long time to speak.
"Once, there was a dinner at my dad's house."
He spoke very slowly.
"Grandmother said everyone would be there, and Dad would come back too. I didn't want to go."
Daisy didn't interrupt.
"I was afraid Grandmother would be upset, and I was afraid Dad would be mad too," Leo's voice dropped even lower. "But I still said it. I said I wanted to go back to my mom."
After he finished, he looked up at Daisy, as if afraid he had said something wrong.
Daisy didn't laugh at him, nor did she dismiss it as no big deal.
She sat up a little straighter.
"That is bravery."
Leo froze.
"Does that count too?"
"It counts," Daisy looked right at him. "You knew the adults might get mad, but you still voiced your own thoughts. That's very hard to do."
Gripping his pen, Leo's eyes slowly grew red.
He didn't cry.
He just wrote the words "I spoke up" on the paper.
The pencil made a soft scratching sound against the page.
Wren looked down at the supplementary materials in front of her.
The words on the page suddenly blurred.




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