Everything was wrong

Jeremy was OK at home this morning. His cheerful self. A bit quiet on the way to school. At school, when I asked him to go inside he cried. But he still went to sit next to the sofa crying and sniffling. Poor boy. And yesterday, Adel said everything seem to be wrong with him. He cried when she asked him to eat. He cried when she asked him to play. He cried when she asked him to sleep. I guess it was also a Black Monday for Jeremy.