He did not tell me much about the sessions, and I did not ask for details.

I wanted him to have one room where he could speak without an adult collecting his words for court.

Sometimes he came out cheerful.

Sometimes he was quiet.

Once he told me they had drawn pictures of different feelings as weather.

His fear was a thunderstorm.

His hope was a warm morning with one cloud.

I asked what I could do when the thunderstorm came.