“Would you like to meet some of them?” the headmistress asked.
“Of course,” I said, but to my surprise, Isaac was already moving toward the nearest group of children.
“Hello,” he said, crouching down to their level. “I’m Isaac. What are your names?”
The children stared at him with wide eyes before one brave little girl spoke up. “I’m Amanda.”
“Amanda,” Isaac repeated with a smile. “That’s a pretty name. And what about you?” he asked, turning to the boy beside her.
“Marcus,” the boy mumbled, clearly intimidated.
“Marcus. A strong name,” Isaac said. “And you must be a strong boy. How old are you, Marcus?”
“Six,” Marcus replied, standing a little straighter and puffing his chest out.
I watched in amazement as Isaac went around the circle, asking each child the
