Alex Tries to Help
Sensing the growing tension like only he could, Alex transformed himself into the evening’s little comedian. “Why did the chicken join a band?” he asked suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention his way. “Because it had the drumsticks!” he announced proudly, earning a round of laughter that softened the room’s edges. He sprang up afterward, offering drinks, sharing silly remarks, and doing everything he could to shift the atmosphere. Watching him, my heart swelled with pride; at just eleven years old, he understood people better than most adults in that dining room.
Alex Tries To Help
Helen’s Intimidating Glare
But just as the room began to warm with Alex’s charm, Helen’s icy stare zeroed in on him. The disapproval in her eyes was unmistakable, sharp enough to silence him instantly. His smile faded, and he slipped back into his seat beside me, suddenly small and unsure. I reached over and gently squeezed his shoulder, letting him know without words how grateful I was for his effort. Helen didn’t need to say a single thing; her glare spoke volumes, creating another crack in the already fragile warmth of the evening.
Helen’s Intimidating Glare
