“He has made progress, that much is certain. As you can see by this picture, he is able to identify people and relate them to names now,” came the response, aimed to soothe.
Paul sighed, his fears and doubts reaffirmed. “Do you anticipate any more progress?”
The caretaker cautiously replied,”We cannot be certain in this kind of thing. It is possible that he will develop more, but nobody can say for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend.”
“Of course” Paul said, wishing to be alone with his thoughts.
His son, Joseph, was already ten years old. He still could not function as a normal boy, and none of the elders had any explanations as to why. It seemed as though his mind was just underdeveloped. Paul, being a man possessed of certain riches, had even tried hiring wizards to see if their magic could do any good, but so far, all tests had been negative. Paul decided to return home now. He didn’t have much time.