A Class for Caspian

         
         It was a breezy, autumn afternoon in the Grangerstern household. Mr. Grangerstern was reading a newspaper in the crammed kitchen interior, while Mrs. Grangerstern was occupied with making supper.
         "So, did you find out which class Caspian is set to attend?" Mr. Grangerstern took a sip of his diet coke, being sure not to spill it on his newspaper.
         "Yes, I have dear. The school told me he was going to a different class than what we expected."
         "Well, what do you mean?"
         "I mean, he's not going to be attending class with Miss Pillowsworth. The school and I decided it was best to have him be taught by another teacher."
         Mr. Grangerstern cocked his head, "Okay, why? Is something wrong with Caspian? Did he do anything?"
         "No, of course not, John. Caspian has been very well behaved in previous classes according to the school."
         "Then, what's the problem?"
         "It's just that we found out that Caspian might need a bit of a different learning style. The school counselor suggested moving him to a different class due to reports of bullying that has been happening."
         "Gertrude, why are they picking on him?"
         "Well, he's not a social butterfly. I feel like moving to a different class this year would help Caspian make friends."
         "But why are they picking on him though?"
         "It's not because he's been mean to anyone there. Caspian is very respectful, kind boy."
         "Gertrude, for the last time, why are they picking on our son?!"
Gertrude slammed the refrigerator door as a tear left her eye. Her eyes focused on her husband.
         "It's because he's different John, that needs to be understood."
         "What do you mean different?" John pounded his newspaper into the table.
         "I mean, he needs a helping hand in making friends."
         "You mean, like, having a friend?"
         "Yes, John. Having someone who won't make fun of you for being a bit of a slower learner."
         "Slow learner? Gertrude, Caspian can literally name 50 countries off the top of his head without breaking a sweat and you're calling him a slow learner."
"That's because he's fixated on Geography and maps! He begged you to get him that World Atlas book a few weeks ago. He's especially interested in those maps because he enjoys reading about that. When it comes to math, he gets stressed because of the number of steps it takes to solve the problem! When it comes to interacting with other children his age, Caspian doesn't know how to exactly! That's why he's different!"
         "Gertrude, but he's still our son, right?"
         "Of course, John! I love Caspian, and I would never trade him for anything in the world! I can tell you that. I just need you to help me help Caspian. I want him to be happy, and he will always be our son. No matter what!"
         At that moment, Caspian walked down the stairs with tears in his eyes.
"Mommy, father? Why are you two yelling at each other? Did I do something wrong?"
Gertrude and John immediately embraced their son when they saw him running in for a hug.
         "No, sweetie, we were talking about something else." Gertrude looked at her son with a tired expression.
         "Oh okay, mommy! I'm glad to see you two. I was in my room playing healer where I healed all my stuffed animal friends and told them to be careful. I want to be a nurse when I grow up! I would be there helping people feel better and give them a candy for being a good patient. Will you and dad be my patients today, so I can make you happy?"
         "Of Course, Caspian, you already made us feel a lot better." John patted his son on the back.
         "Really? How?" Caspian asked.
"By being you."