“Sort of. But it didn’t make any difference.” She shrugged and plucked at that imaginary thread again. “Dad still said I was dumb.”
Damn.How easy is it for a parent’s attitude and actions to impact badly on a kid?Now Bailey felt even more compelled to help.
“Would you like to see if I can help you?” She looked at him, eyes wide. He smiled, grateful that he now had her full attention. Listening was a start. “I mean, I’m not an expert or anything but I’d be willing to try to help.” He didn’t even know how much assistance she’d need. There were different levels of dyslexia, weren’t there? Would it even be something Bailey would be able to do? Maybe it was something that needed specialist training?
Emma glanced towards Cassie and Jude. “I don’t want….”
“They don’t need to know.”
She looked somewhat hopeful. “Maybe.”
“How about I do a bit of research and find out if this is something I can even help with? I can look into specialists, you know, experts in this type of thing. There may be classes you could attend.” Emma appeared to shrink at Bailey’s words so he back-pedalled slightly. “You don’t need to make a decision now. Let me see what I can find out and we can discuss it then.”
Emma nodded, somewhat reluctantly, but it was a start. He wanted to punch the air in celebration of the small step, but satisfied himself with a grin before heading back to the van to hurry things along. He couldn’t wait to get home to start researching.
