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!"
