I want to thank him. Because of his support I had hope to get up and keep fighting.

I smiled when I saw him in the school garden writing something or better say drawing because he was holding a pencil. Because we are going home and another day of school is over. Miraculously, their teacher did not work overtime. I didn't think twice and approached him.

He was too busy drawing, I couldn't see what he was doing but I was sure he was drawing. I slowly sat next to him and he didn't notice me.

"Harris," I called weakly. We were both surprised. He almost jumped out of his...