The sound of a pen scratching against the page filled the kitchen/dining room space. Bella sat at the table, writing in a notebook. She couldn’t tear her focus away from it, even when Jonathan entered the room.
‘Hey Bella.’ Jonathan walked to Bella and gently kissed her head.
‘Hey Dad.’ Bella looked up for a second and then returned to her notebook.
Jonathan sat next to Bella and watched her writing.
‘How was school?’
Bella stopped writing. She put the pen down on the table carefully, stopping it from rolling away.
‘I just stand out a little.’
‘Are they bullying you?’
‘Bella, do you need me to have a word with the school?’
‘I dunno. I don’t want to get in more trouble.’
‘Bella, what they’re doing is wrong. You know that, right?’
‘Yeah. Yeah, like Mum.’
‘She doesn’t want me, does she?’
‘I’m sure she does, sweetheart.’
‘But if she did she would have stayed or taken me with her.’
‘Your Mum can be a little bit selfish, I’m afraid.’
‘What’s for dinner?’
‘Whatever you like.’
‘Yeah. Veg too?’
‘Balanced diet, Dad.’
‘School teaching you that?’
‘They ought to before I get the size of a house.’
Jonathan chuckled a little.
‘You mean you don’t want to get big?’
‘No. I wanna get through doors and not end up waddling everywhere.’
‘Okay. I’ll put dinner on. Have you got homework?’
‘Got to write a story for English. It’s preparing us for the book we have to write in that we take with us to secondary school for them to see what our English is like.’
‘You doing it in your notebook to practice?’
‘Yeah. It’s part of a story I’m writing anyway.’
‘Okay. How about you write it to where it could end and we go through it if there are any spellings you may have missed?’
Jonathan stood up from the table and gently kissed Bella’s head again. He walked into the kitchen and started to cook the dinner, watching Bella pour her heart out into a notebook.