Adam rose, but Margaret caught his sleeve.

“Let him sulk.

Children learn boundaries when adults are consistent.”

In his room Idan took a small plastic dinosaur from a drawer and placed it beside the sketchbook Clara had given him.

The dinosaur had been his mother’s, kept in a box of her childhood possessions after she died.

Clara had been the one to help him understand that remembering his mother did not mean being sad all the time.

He remembered that Sunday more clearly than the adults realized.