He had everything; a multitude of pens and pencils safely stashed away in their pouch, his folders neatly stacked next to each other in his canvas backpack. He walked timidly out of his suburban home clutching a wrinkled paper bag in his right hand.            “Have a great day at school, sweetheart,” his mom called after him, watching him with love in her eyes as he swung his backpack over his shoulder and stumbled off the step onto the...