Chad
Little Chad was a shy, quiet young fellow. One day, he came home and told his
mother that he would like to make a valentine for everyone in his class. Her
heart sank. She thought, "I wish he wouldn't do that!" because she had
watched the children when they walked home from school. Her Chad was always
behind them. They laughed and hung on to each other and talked to each other
But Chad was never included. Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with
her son. So she purchased the paper and glue and crayons. For three whole weeks,
night after night, Chad painstakingly made thirty-five valentines.
Valentine's Day dawned, and Chad was beside himself with excitement! He
carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag and bolted out the door. His mom
decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them up warm and nice with a
cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just knew he would be
disappointed. Maybe that would ease the pain a little. It hurt her to think that
he wouldn't get many valentines... maybe none at all.
That afternoon, she had the cookies and milk on the table. When she heard the
children outside, she looked out the window. Sure enough, here they came,
laughing and having the best time.
And, as always, there was Chad in the rear. He walked a little faster than
usual.
She fully expected him to burst into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms
were empty, she noticed, and when the door opened, she choked back tears.
"Mommy has some warm cookies and milk for you." But he hardly heard
her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow, and all he could say was
:
"Not a one. Not a one." Her heart sank. And then he added, "I
didn't forget a one, not a single one!"
Gayle D. Erwin
SERVANT QUARTERS
P. O. Box 219
Cathedral City, CA 92235
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