On Friday, I went to watch a group of fourth graders stage a play of The Tiger R...

On Friday, I went to watch a group of fourth graders stage a play of The Tiger Rising.
I wept several times.
Once when Rob insists that his father say his mother’s name (“Caroline, Caroline”)
And again, when Sistine takes hold of Rob’s hand.
But I saved my big tears for the end, when the actors stood in front of the audience and answered questions.
Someone asked the kids why they wanted to turn The Tiger Rising into a play.
The boy who had played the tiger, took the microphone and said, “Wh...