Cassius sets down his crayon proudly.

He hold up his card, the smile on his face blinding.

Mrs. Richardson walks away from the kids painting a few tables away and approaches the small boy.

"Well Cass, what do we have here?"

Cassius holds the card up to Mrs. Robinson until she takes it out of his hands.

Her smile fades as soon as she skims the words scribbled on the first page.

"This is so nice of you Cass. I'm sure your Dad would have loved it."