She took a good look at him: hair unkempt, strands straggling in wisp about his face, shirt tucked in untidily, pants dishevelled, face thin, eyes, sombre. Tears welled up in her eyes: the apple of her eye. Is she a bad mother, for the evil spirit to punish her through her son, how has he lost interest in the school? Had he been insulted by a teacher or a friend?