ABSTRACT

Jason entered the room holding onto the hand of his adoptive mother, shyly hiding behind her. His brown eyes finally met mine, innocently. Compliant, he sat down with his adoptive mother. After I introduced myself, he listened to what would happen next. As the adoptive mother left the room, big brown innocent eyes stared at me, and I wondered why I was asked to do an assessment. This child seemed so compliant, kind, such a lovely 7-year-old boy.