My 15 year old son
Our main topic of conversation and concern is Apple. He won’t work. We saw two of his tutors on Friday morning. Apple sat with us, eyes half closed; a scowl, almost, on his lips. He nodded when he had to. Then he walked away and did nothing. All weekend he has done nothing. At supper this evening he said he did not know what homework he was supposed to do. But he discovered it and at nine o’clock he sat down to do it. It’s done. One sheet of paper: French looked up on google translate. He’s learnt nothing from it.
He spends minimum time with any of us. Not surprising. We ask too many questions, make too many suggestions and are full of foreboding. He wouldn’t come for a beautiful walk with me and Peachy this afternoon, through vineyards, hop fields, sheep and past a waving windmill. He has sat in his room in front of his computer all weekend. I went up to help him organise his books yesterday and he was angry and rude to me.
We don’t like him, although we do love him. We care. But he’s bad company. Unfriendly, aggressive and stubborn.