“No,” Mae heard Robin scream, before dropping a plate stacked with pancakes and raced up the stairs to Robin’s room. Bursting in the door she tried to see what was wrong. Robin sat on his bed clutching his head painfully saying over and over “no, no it wasn’t my fault, please.” Silently Mae picked him up and held him close rocking him, stroking his hair, and whispering reassurances in his ear. Slowly he quieted, breathing erratically through his mouth.
“Calm down,” Mae instructed, “you probably had a panic attack. Are you okay now?” unable to speak, he simply nodded his head.
“Ok…why don’ you come down stairs for breakfast,” Mae said examining him,” do you have any other clothes, because that shirt has holes in it and your jeans are way too big.” He shook his head again.
“Alright then,” Mae sighed we’ll have to go to the mall and get you some new clothes. Ok?” Robin nodded and followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen; which was a mess.
“Sit down at the table,” she sighed getting a new plate of pancakes set them before Robin and proceeded to clean up the broken plate and pancakes on the floor. Robin on the other hand picked at his pancakes only eating very little.
“Not that hungry,” she asked sitting next to him.
“No,” he deadpanned, “but, thank you anyways.”
“So I was thinking we could go to the mall and get you some clothes, sound good?”
“Ok. Are we going to leave soon?”
“Yeah, why don’t you get your shoes? I’ll take care of the plate for you.” Mae grabbed the small boy’s plate as he went to fetch his shoes.