Nothing Fits, Anyway...

She burst through the office doors upon her arrival, and exclaimed, "Is my baby alright?"

Principle McVick calmed her and took her aside. "Miss," he began, "don’t worry. There is physically nothing wrong with your son. Our nurse has run some tests, all of which came up negative. Honestly, we weren’t or still aren’t quite sure what is wrong with him. We had to call in a specialist; he’s waiting, with Charlie, in the room behind you."

With that, she walked directly over to the thick, black door and opened it. A large, bearded man in a grey suit sat at the desk, with Charlie in one of two seats opposite him. He said, in a gruff voice, "Please, have a seat with your child."

"What is it, doctor, I have to know, what is wrong with him?" she cried out. "Please, Miss, sit down, sit down and take a good look at your son," he replied, sharply. As she seated, she looked at Charlie. His favorite blue sweatshirt was now much too tight for him, his pants, baggy, like a clown’s costume. He was shivering, but the room was perhaps overheated. The man at the desk began, "Well, for starters, I’m sorry, but there is really nothing we can do for him, me or you. He’s just going to have to learn to live with it, his affliction, I mean. Sometimes people and things in life just don’t fit, and we can’t force them to, like your son. Charlie does not fit, and if this progresses, one day he will not fit anything. He seems to defy all reason; molding to whatever shape that doesn’t fit the mold. Most likely, without proper care, which we can’t say what that is, nothing will ever fit your son, again. But, on the good side, in time he will begin to deal with that. Time is the key. Once more, I’m sorry, if you have any questions contact me at this number, but it won’t do you much good. I only begin to understand his predicament. Good day to you both."

Slowly, Charlie and his mother walked out of the office, as if in a daze. Then, out of nowhere, Charlie knocked his head on the top of the door frame, which should have been physically impossible. The word "Ouch…" crept from his lips.