Chapter 23

"Really, Daddy? I can go with you to help others?" Jonas's eyes lit up.

I smiled. "Of course."

"Not only can we help others, but you'll see a different side of the world!"

"Sure!" Jonas exclaimed. "I really want to go!" Relief washed over me as his smile returned. Maybe this would strengthen him.

The next day, we arrived at a small elementary school on the outskirts of town. The school was simple; most of the children came from poor families. As we entered the classroom, curious eyes turned our way. Jonas nervously hid behind me. I patted his shoulder.

"Hello, everyone," I said warmly. "I'm Mr. Joplin, and this is my son, Jonas. We're here to make friends and bring you some school supplies."

The teacher organized the children into a line. We distributed backpacks, pencil cases, notebooks—their eyes sparkled, though they remained quiet. Then Jonas stepped forward, pulling out sketchbooks and colored pencils.

"I...I really like drawing," he mumbled. "Does anyone want to draw with me?"

A little girl timidly raised her hand. "I...I like drawing too."

Jonas smiled, walking over to her. Soon, laughter filled the room as more children joined them. They eagerly showed off their new supplies, sketching and writing. My heart swelled. Jonas, once shy and withdrawn, was reaching out.

Leaving the school, Jonas reluctantly said goodbye to his new friends. On the drive home, he excitedly recounted the day.

"Daddy," he said suddenly, "can we visit them again? I want to teach Rainey how to draw! She's really talented!"

"Of course, son," I said, feeling proud. "But remember, it's about helping them, not just having fun."

Jonas nodded seriously. "I understand, Daddy. Can I bring some toys and books next time?"

"That's a great idea," I said, patting his head. "I'm very proud of you."

Back home, as I started dinner, my phone rang. It was Yvonne. Her voice was tense.

"Where did you take Jonas today? Xavier said he saw you both getting on a school bus."

I frowned. "Yvonne, do I need to report to you where I take my son?"

A brief silence, then Jared’s voice. "Mr. Joplin, Yvonne's just concerned about her child."

I let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Lawson, please stay out of our business. If there's nothing else, I'm ending this call."