Comfort Zone

There is a party on the beach with the school. My heart feels heavy that morning. I don’t get out of bed until 9. 9 feels like 1pm for me. It is so late. i feel more militant this weekend. D never comes out he is slightly antisocial. I do not blame him. At noon I tell him I’m taking him to the party on the beach. I drag him off the couch. He disappears. I find him hidden under the bed behind the suitcases in between shoes. This is how badly he doesn’t want to go. I call the director, I tell him D has to come with me. Finally he comes. I know he doesn’t like me, but I always manage to tease him and make him laugh. We get to the beach everyone is surprised to see him and tells him to come swim and do something. He just sits there. We sit along boats. I sit on the upside down one, I lie down across it amidst 50 kids all around us. Something about Haiti has made me stop caring what I do and when. I do my own thing. Nobody every seems to mind, perhaps because I’m a foreigner. We go back, I don’t know if D has had fun but I am glad I forced him out of his comfort zone.