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Patches the Star

     Jack was a little boy who lived in a big house with his mom, dad and older sister 

Hannah. Jack felt alone every day. Mom and dad would leave for work Monday, Tuesday, 

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Hannah would go to school every day on a big yellow 

bus with her friends. 

     Jack would watch his family pass by him in the hallway ignoring him. They would also 

pay little attention to him at the breakfast table. 

    When Jack would try to share his stories nobody would listen to him. They 

would say good bye to him when he was dropped off at the daycare. Jack 

would play alone all day long. It was very lonely for him

     There were many other children for Jack to play with but he chose to sit 

all by himself playing with the cars and trucks. The daycare worker tried very 

hard to help Jack make friends but it never worked out. She felt very 

concerned for him. 

     Jack had beautiful green eyes, curly blonde hair and wore such cool clothes 

that made him look so grown up. He would not smile as often as a child of his 

age should. 

     Jack made a special effort to talk to one special girl who asked him to be her 

friend. He felt in his heart that a friend can be so special. The little girl’s name was 

Molly. Jack loved her name because it was very easy to say. It also made her smile 

when he would say ‘Hi’ to her. 

    When he did smile his eyes would light up and his face would beam like the sun in the 

sky. Jack would especially smile when the other children showed acts of kindness like 

sharing a toy, a book or offering him special treats from their back packs every 

morning when she came to daycare.

     Molly was a bubbly little girl. She could talk really fast. Jack found that very amusing. 

Her words had a funny sound when she spoke. He loved each and every word she said to 

him. Molly was born in Canada but her mom and dad were from a faraway land called 

Ireland.

      Jack would try and repeat her cool words under his blanket when he went to bed at 

night. No matter how many times he tried repeating the words over and over they never 

sounded as lovely as they did when Molly spoke them. He felt that if he continued to say 

them over and over one day he could speak the words as perfectly as Molly did.

    Jack’s mom and dad did not know of his favorite words. They never seemed to ask of 

his day or even show interest in his only friend at daycare. It did not matter anyhow to 

him because he felt they would probably tease him calling Molly his girlfriend.

     Jack was her friend only. That was how he wanted his mom and dad to think too. 

Hanna was too busy with her older friends and so she never seemed to give him even a 

small amount of sister/brother attention. He wanted to share with her questions and 

stories about him and Molly but he had to keep them all to himself.  

     During the day the children at the daycare would have a scheduled quiet time. That 

is when the children would have the opportunity to read, talk on the chat mat or take a 

nap on the cots. Jack and Molly always chose the chat mat every time. Chat time allowed 

Jack to share secrets.  

     Molly would listen close to every word he spoke. She had a kind and understanding 

heart. This was a very special gift especially for such a young child.   One day Jack 

shared a secret with Molly. She listened with open ears but what Jack said made her 

very sad.  

     ‘Molly, I am so sad.   You always seem to laugh. How come you never get sad?’   Jack 

spoke in a whispering voice as not to let the daycare worker hear him.

     ‘Why are you sad Jack? Did you hurt yourself? Molly asked with love and attention.

     ‘No my heart is hurting but I did not fall on it. No one punched me in my heart. It just 

hurts a lot’.

     Molly was quiet. Her little mind was busy trying to think of a way to make Jack feel 

better. She was trying to understand just how he felt.  

    She could not think of anything that had made her heart hurt as bad as his 

heart was feeling. 

     ‘Jack, what does your heart feel like if it is hurting?

     Her question was not a difficult one. Jack tried to explain to her the best way 

he could.

     “Molly, mommy and daddy gave me a kitten for my birthday last year. I called 

him ‘Patches’. He was my friend. He licked my face and it tickled’.

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