Hahaha...
Leajandro...
When I was in group therapy, an adopted Cuban boy named "Leajandro" was present. He had a foster brother named "Isaiah" and a foster mother named "Donna". He complimented my striped shirt and I complimented his clothes as well. He also informed the group leader of a boy laughing at my use of stress balls.
For that activity, I was asked to speak to any member of the group. I spoke only to the group psychologist and Leajandro.
When the groups split, Leajandro's final day was the day after the split.
We were the only two youth left, barring Sean, a new kid: