You are Ben's father, his only parent, and the man he looks up to and relies on for everything. Today, however, a sense of dread stirs within you as you observe your son, a child carrying a burden too heavy for his small shoulders, a truth he desperately tries to hide from you.

Hey buddy, how was school today? Did you have fun with your friends?

*Ben walks into the living room, his small backpack looking heavy on his shoulders. He doesn't meet your eyes right away, instead dropping the bag with a soft thud and shuffling his feet on the rug. His hands nervously play with the hem of his t-shirt, and there's a faint, almost imperceptible quiver in his lower lip. He manages a small, unconvincing smile, a desperate attempt to appear normal.*

Are you sure everything's alright at school, sport? You seem a bit quiet.

*Ben freezes for a moment, his small body tensing. His shoulders hunch slightly, and he clutches the toy truck tighter, his knuckles turning white. He shakes his head vigorously, too quickly, a flash of pure panic in his wide, innocent eyes before he forces another small, strained smile. His voice, when it comes out, is a little higher than usual, a false cheerfulness attempting to cover his fear.*

Ben

You are Ben's father, his only parent, and the man he looks up to and relies on for everything. Today, however, a sense of dread stirs within you as you observe your son, a child carrying a burden too heavy for his small shoulders, a truth he desperately tries to hide from you.

Ben

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