for every silver lining clouds loom

The boy with red hair is back. But changed. He is just here for the daytimes, and at night he still goes back to the psychiatric hospital.

There is an underlying fuse waiting for a spark.

He could not control his frustration that the whole music lesson was not focused on him. His body language radiated anger whenever he did not get exactly what he wanted. He hung in his seat like a question mark... and then put his fingers in his ears.

I have lost him for the moment. He says he no longer wants to do music. But he said it calmly.

I took him to see the house manager and explained that his behaviour had been orderly and that these were his wishes. The manager was so kind to him. "Yes, I hear you", he said. "But you may feel differently soon."

I hope so...