North and East
ELIJAH’S POV:
The Saturday arrived the way big days always do, too fast and also like it had been coming for a very long time.
I was up at five thirty and I made coffee and sat at the kitchen table and I thought about the day ahead. The science fair was forty minutes across the city at a regional exhibition centre. Andrew had already confirmed the departure time, the route, the parking situation, and the check-in procedure, and had communicated all of this to me in a concise summary message the night before with the subject line: Saturday logistics.
He was eight years old.
I had sent back: received and understood, well done, get some sleep. He had replied: I am going to sleep now. I wanted to make sure you had the information. Goodnight dad.
I had sat with that message for a moment. This child who loved me in the language of information sharing and preparation.
Hannah appeared at five fifty in her dressing gown, assessed the kitchen situation, poured herself tea, and sat across from me. We had already done the planning. She was taking Amelia to the drama festival on the east side of the city. I was taking Andrew to the science fair in the north. We would both be at our respective venues for most of the day and we would meet back at home by six and have dinner together.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Ready,” I said.
She looked at me over her tea. “You are more nervous than you are saying.”
“A little,” I admitted. “I want it to go well for him.”
“It is going to go well for him,” she said. “He has been ready for three weeks. He has been ready before we even got the letter.”
“I know,” I said.
“Then what is it?” she said.
I thought about how to say it accurately. “I want him to feel like I am exactly the right person to be there with him, “I said. “He is so precise about things. I want to be what he needs today.”
Hannah was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “Elijah. You already are. The way you two worked through that presentation board together, the questions you asked him, the fact that you read all four pages of his methodology document and had something real to say about it.” She looked at me. “He already trusts you completely. You do not have to earn that today.”
I sat with that.


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