Farewell

One of our students is moving on. He has been here ten years, or forever really, and is moving onto a community for adults. While delivering vegetables to the kitchens, I ran into him as he was leaving. I offered my hand, which he took, looking into my eyes. Continuing his gaze, he grabbed my wrist with his other hand, shoved his right hand into his pocket, rustled around a bit, and pulled out a green grape. He pressed it into my hand. Farewell.